Fidel Castro vs Grigori Rasputin - Rap Cypher: Reboot #2

Grigori Rasputin:
Messin’ with the Mad Monk’s murdering yourself on the mic
‘Cause when this madman steps up to bat, I’ll knock your head onto a pike
I’ll leave ya with more than a couple Marx, then your economics will be addressed..
Ya cared so little about life, you got your own furniture repossessed!
Castro’s crazy; an immature president, evident by his own milkshake obsession
This prophet will stop this and drop this beat until this Soviet ends your aggression
I spit lessons, so better listen, unless you want to end up like Che
Approaching this mystic will leave a president finished, I know you love revolutions, eh?
It’s no wonder you’ve stooped so low, this flow and Russian rhyme will cause your demise
Trying to spit deadly raps against a demi-god deity? I’m immune to cyanide!
You’ve lied to your subjects, So why am I up against an angered social burden
Who cared so little about his people, that even other countries wanted to murder him!?

Fidel Castro:
Cold heart, cold steel, but in this cold war, you’ll be cut for your crimes like a counter-ISIS
‘Cause Cuba’s communist Castro’s sparkin’ a controversy with this Cuban Rap Crisis
My target’s a Russian nesting doll. Even YOUR stomach won’t be feeling very pleasant
How am I supposed to take you seriously when you almost got killed by a peasant?

Grigori Rasputin:
You must’ve been tripping on LSD, or were you just poisoned by your fountain pen?
You call yourself a communist, yet you’re trying to hog the win?
Better look at the crucifix and say a prayer, the holy man’s throwing you in the abyss
Won’t need to hypnotize the audience, for them to know who won this (laughter)

Fidel Castro:
Blatant attacks? I should have known. Your monk-eying around doesn't mean you’ve won
If you can’t heal your burns, how can you stop the bleeding of your people and son?
You CAN resist death, i’ll give you that, keep taking pain from the hands of your maimers
But you CAN’T face it, unlike your daughter, who’s a dancer AND a lion tamer!
I’m violating a visionary; This strannik’s getting stranded on both tracks and mind
Smacking this dike on mics alike, so try to recover from these firey rhymes
I’m gaining Peace Prizes for my solutions! You’ve done nothing except hypnotize
So get on your knees and pray, no God can save you from my guise!
Like any respected Russian loser, you’ll go back to vodka drinking
Then like your gunned-down death, your castr-ated win will again be sinking
Go find your God, I’ll give him a message that Grigori shall deliver
“Fidel sent Ra-ra-rasputin’s reputation back under the ice of the river!”