He’s Corona-ramper as each mishap will show.
His daughter is a skank, and her hubby’s a schmoe.
Papa’s a douche who just ain’t no good.
Fakes a little gospel; got a rug o’ rayon that’s made from wood.

Dipsh!its, hacks, and thieves,
the type of people that he brings to town.
He calls on nitwits, scammers, thieves.
He’s got dead ends in a treacherous compound
that’s fully staffed with clowns.

Got two boys who also got zeal
to cheat and lie in addition to steal.
They got slicked grease hair but no man bun.
Their papa always taught ’em: “Be a criminal, son!”

Pygmies, skanks, and thieves,
the family that he’s installed in town.
He’s called up grifters, scammers, thieves.
He’s got dead ends in a treacherous compound,
some of whose shirts are Brown.

He ain’t had much schoolin’, and it shows so well
in his crude tweeting style.
Three years on and the country’s in trouble.
It’s turning into a steaming pile, yuck, yuck!
Scourging is the disease vile.

Many whores for the Vladster back in nasty Moscow,
whose dacha is a bank for the money he soaps.
Grandpa says, all he does is good…
meaning that he robs well.
Well, he’s the main mobster in the neighborhood.

Killer he set free:
he jerked off while the virus made the rounds.
The fallen sickened from disease:
the COVID blight and the feckless f*cking clown—
both put ’em in the ground.