From Russia With Love lyrics

"The demoralization process in The United States, is basically completed already"*
"Activitia Perionachia - In the language of the KGB, or psychological warfare. What it basically means, is to change the perception of reality of every American to such an extent, that despite of the abundance of information...no one is able to come to sensible conclusions, in the interests of defending themselves, thеir families, their community"*

My speech incite riots, policе do not like it, Mayor Nutter's exited Payday's wasn't invited to the gala. My style's delicious, please bite it, the beast will be released, don't try to fight it. Dummy judges wanna bass they voice, but I'm a pure connoisseur, honey taster's choice. I got 45 flavors, and crazy lawyers in 28 states, who owe me mad favors. And, they still wanna burn me, that's why you're legally-retarded, if you hire an attorney. I'm about my loot, 'ya queers don't concern me, interfere in here, you're goin' out on a gurney. I am like traffic court, I got you in line, around the block, passin' 'ports. Tryin' to get your ticket expunged, all you're gettin' is some liquid, from a di*k in your lungs. The red-tape will not stop, 'ya got organic soil, we'll kill that crop. We got judges who know we can't be blocked, you see Monsanto got this thing on lock. All the food on your table, we're f*ckin', we will not put a label on nothin'. It's well understood, we love humanity, and we wish to do something good. Philanthropist, just a calm, natural guy, hard to hate, like mom's apple-pie. Boy, you don't know, how lucky you are, you're back in The U.S.S.R

With catchy-tunes from Russia, force a fajka, 'cause we love 'ya, and we gotcha...
Catchy-tunes from Russia, just to soothe 'ya, my Natasha, my Bubushka...
Catchy-tunes from Russia... Yea, yea, yeah...(laughs)

We're back in The U.S.S.R., boy you don't know how lucky you are...
We're back in The U.S.S.R. with all 10 planks, you can thank The Czar, I damned near passed the bar. (With catchy-tunes from Russia) Bring in the muthaf*ckin' tambourine, my hype-man is mean, so damned quick, he can't be seen. I'm jumpin' all over your rights, like trampolines, soon it will be illegal to bite a tangerine. Don't let the police find out you got the flu, or you will have to be penalized by Dr. Who. I blew up your little towers, I confess, you cannot fathom the power I possess. I could smell the pretty little flowers on your dress, but turnin' big buildin's into powder is the best. Everybody rap now, but what they do is act foul, you're whack clown, now sit the f*ck back down! I really love Indian food, sorry Mike, Matt, & Brie, I didn't mean to be rude, but this RV is not just a motor-home, it inspires...(Catchy-tunes from Russia) Thanks to my people in blue, all 10 planks, comin' to a theater near you. (Really?) Americans gettin' plundered & stole, I told you everything is under control. And, we could do this all day, first cat to record a song @ 18th & Broadway. I will not play the victim, but I will mimic the perpetrators, and tell you how they gonna stick them, if we do not grasp the fact, they wanna put a microchip in 'ya ass, and zap. Anyone who doesn't conform to the new laws, men are no longer permitted to have two balls, you can have one, respectively, don't forget to go get your Testicularectomy. We're givin' you the benefit of the doubt, 'cause we trust 'ya...

With catchy-tunes from Russia, force a fajka, 'cause we love 'ya, and we gotcha...
Catchy-tunes from Russia, just to soothe 'ya, my Natasha, my Bubushka...

*Yuri Alexandrovich Bezmenov "Soviet Subversion of the Free-World Press" an interview by G. Edward Griffin (1984)