Once the greatest empire in the world, and here you were reduced to shit,
I would compare you to a cripple, having to use France and Britain as a walking stick.
You were our bitch for years, and when it’s all said and done,
You were just a simple pawn…like the shop your military buys its weapons from.
Yea, no shit you’re weak, and poor luxuries are a threat,
So smoke me? Nah, you should stick with those crappy paper cigarettes.
You had no victory, you must realize I ripped you to shreds you see,
So how are you supposed to hold your ground…when you lost half of it to me?
You were victorious in the Crimean, I’ll give you that much,
But quickly cash in that win…since after the war your country was bankrupt.