Its Hip Hop Chowder Red Over White.

I have no pride for you, who ruined everything. My revolution was doing to stop the bourgeoisie. I fought the bondage of classes, the proletariat masses have brought me here to spit a thesis on both of you. Lets start with you there, Frankenstein, looking like something out of R.L. Stine. ITS HIP HOP CHOWDER RED OVER WHITE. Cause the Tsar's wife can't do nothing tonight.