[Verse 1: Rasputin (BassedOlaf)]
It's the Mad Monk searching for a bad bitch
If the girl hot, keep her locked like Aladdin
Don't matter who her man is, I steal her from the pile and hit it off
Fuck a marriage up, leave her diamond in the rough
No matter how big that staff is, Jafar
It's no mystery whose snake's packing more charm
While you went straight to DVD then straight in lava flow
I made the king parrot me like lago, ho!
His rage all bottled, I go through him quicker
And show him how a Russian downs bootlicker
All these bones to pick but no muscle on him
You can shapeshift but still built so scrawny
And all the strings that you're orchestrating
Are stuck on thе second fiddle you're stuck playing
Your thirst for powеr keeps you stuck on number two
The shackles of the lamp must have rubbed off on you
[Verse 2: Jafar (Professor Kuro)]
When again did you say you'll be leaving?
This filthy farm animal should cease his own bleating
Some royal counsel you make going on and on
With nonstop hogwash about your unwashed hog
But if you like to get around, I have a solution
Send a Russian to the Earth's ends, it's time for revolution
To heal the czar's son, what spell did he cast again?
Oh, a disappearing act on his aspirin
Drank a glass of poison, it still didn't kill him
Now where was that healing for his four dead children?
I see the royals' deaths as Darwinism, generally
Confiding in the spells of the peasant who can't spell or read
I earned the crown through intellectual schemes
But you were only a sultan sexually
It's the Mad Monk searching for a bad bitch
If the girl hot, keep her locked like Aladdin
Don't matter who her man is, I steal her from the pile and hit it off
Fuck a marriage up, leave her diamond in the rough
No matter how big that staff is, Jafar
It's no mystery whose snake's packing more charm
While you went straight to DVD then straight in lava flow
I made the king parrot me like lago, ho!
His rage all bottled, I go through him quicker
And show him how a Russian downs bootlicker
All these bones to pick but no muscle on him
You can shapeshift but still built so scrawny
And all the strings that you're orchestrating
Are stuck on thе second fiddle you're stuck playing
Your thirst for powеr keeps you stuck on number two
The shackles of the lamp must have rubbed off on you
[Verse 2: Jafar (Professor Kuro)]
When again did you say you'll be leaving?
This filthy farm animal should cease his own bleating
Some royal counsel you make going on and on
With nonstop hogwash about your unwashed hog
But if you like to get around, I have a solution
Send a Russian to the Earth's ends, it's time for revolution
To heal the czar's son, what spell did he cast again?
Oh, a disappearing act on his aspirin
Drank a glass of poison, it still didn't kill him
Now where was that healing for his four dead children?
I see the royals' deaths as Darwinism, generally
Confiding in the spells of the peasant who can't spell or read
I earned the crown through intellectual schemes
But you were only a sultan sexually
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