This is a song about "Miss russian american"

Miley came in like a wrecking ball, i came in like an american nuclear explosion, the rhyme version,

I finally cumm its in her hair and on her thumb, she glances at me and says lets make another run,

As i lie and cheat my way to the american dream

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

We gotta get back to what really matters

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

Burning american flags, screamin fuck fags,

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

My ancestors were brought here on american ships

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Playing russian roulette with ya life,