Cyka blyad

There lived a certain player in Minecraft long ago.
he was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow.
Most creepers looked at him with terror and with fear.
but to village chicks, he was such a lovely dear.
He could preach the dragon like a preacher.
full of ecstasy and fire.
but he also was the kind of teacher.
women would desire.

Ra Ra Rasputin.
lover of the Minecraft queen.
there was an ocelot that really was gone.
ra ra Rasputin Minecraft's greatest love machine.
it was a shame how he carried on.

he ruled the Minecraft land and never mind the czar.
but the cassock he danced really Wunderbar.
in all affairs of state, he was the man to please.
but he was really great when he had an Alex to squeeze.
for the queen, he was no wheeler dealer.
thought she'd hear the things he'd done.
she believed he was a holy healer.
who would heal her zombie villager.

ra ra Rasputin lover of the Minecraft queen.
there was an ocelot that really was gone.
ra ra Rasputin Minecraft's greatest love machine.
it was a shame how he carried on.

but when his drinking and lusting and his hunger
for power became known to more and more people
the demands to do something about this outrageous man became louder and louder.

this mans just got to go, declared his enemies.
but the ladies begged, don't you try to do it, please.
no doubt this player had lots of hidden potions.
though he was a brute they just fell into his arms.
then some night some noobs of higher standing.
set a trap, they're not to blame.
come visit us they kept demanding.
and he really came.

ra ra Rasputin lover of the Minecraft queen.
there was an ocelot that really was gone.
ra ra Rasputin Minecraft's greatest love machine.
he drank it all and said, I feel fine.

ra ra Rasputin.
lover of the Minecraft queen.
they didn't quit, they wanted his head.
ra ra Rasputin.
Minecraft greatest love machine.
and so they shot him till he was dead.

oh, those Russians.