
Yo my name is Mikhail,
I'm an other guy.
I'll stare at you for hours
With my one good eye.
So step off
my front lawn
before I shoot you dead
glass of ice tea in your hand
and a bullet in your head.
Got my eye patch
in the Flame hatch
its ready to blow.
Don't be hatin'
Chess-in-atin
now the kitties meow, GO
*totally off beat meow mix theme*
I know every thing about you
your first and last names.
Got my jumpsuit
from Dharma.
Get out or I may harm ya.
Communications thats the name of the game
though the satallite's not working
and reception is lame.
I happen to be Russian
my claim to fame
is I was a soviet soldier way back in the day, yo!
And now I'm dead and burried
it was quite a shock
bein electricuted violently by John Locke.
But thats ok I got my time
my place in Lost-story
Remember Mikhail, patchy, russian
also known as me!
And let my name be set in stone
sketch it on my tomb stone
Remember me the other
all the kitties take it home.
*more meow mix fun*
I realize that I can not rap or anything of the sort, this was supposed to be funny, I hope everyone else thinks so.
So, yeah talk about wheather or not you like Mikhail and any theories you may have about him being alive. I think I saw him breathing.