Freshy Kanal, LittleFlecks - Dune vs. Northman lyrics

Odin, give me someone with more
Meat on his bones not a mother's boy made to
Stay reading at home
He's not a lone wolf he's a sheep left alone
Looks like he needs to wear a
Booster seat on his throne
Reading from your library's a fight
That needs no weapons!
Even your own writer died
Before he'd finish seven!
And your new film made it to
Page five before it ended!
You murdered cinеma now I AM ITS VENGEANCE!
Are you the best your Daddy is sеnding?
His seed is weak and decrepit!
It seems he's only descended
With his descendants!
And I dream of what the prophecy meant
When it said of future and death
With my uncle's head cleanly severed you
Had wet dreams of a desert!
I have seen your fate: That's So Raven king
I'd help you with your allergy
But, I'm afraid it stings
No longer will you cough at
The product of father's fortune!
I got your nose! Now where
Will you put your snorkel?

I came here to laugh at your family
But this is saddening
No soap, all opera: The Caveman Kardashians
Your ma and uncle got married
And you wanna join them
I'd rather be a mama's boy
Than be mama's boyfriend
His odor's sour go take the coldest shower
Not throw a tantrum cause he thought
That Odin owed him power
The Northman's legacy was well-known
It all went southward
When Shakespeare took his whole story
And told it louder!
What do you know about reading? I don't
Think you've ever seen a book
You chopped down your family tree
To receive some kindlewood
So build a bonfire
But, you cannot dance around this:
I'll bash your thick skull
In there's your crowning!

Meet me at the gates of Hel
And I will build your tomb!
Unsheath ye arms, and when
I pierce straight through
Your PS2 shield ain't blue!
Knight blade stays hilted my fists will do
To break that pinky used to
Lift your filthy silver spoon!
Your performance is lifeless
Detached like a Draugr's joints!
Was Timmy forced to act at Gom Jabbar point?
Whack that wax seal back
Onto your dad's finger
And don't be someone you're not
Lord of the Dead Ringer!

You started murdering crowds now you're
A curse to your town
I don't need a treatise to judge
The worth of your house
Why would I listen to a single
Fucking word from your mouth
When all I need is The Voice
To have you turning around?
You will crumble you will die on your knees!
You will stop trying to bring your sandworm
To the surface in these minus degrees!
You will end yourself and
Advance your plot quicker
And stop playing ball games with
Your mom you shall Knattleikr!
I'd define living in shame as finding
The dick who pillaged and raided
The village you came from
To willingly be his slave!
Couldn't kill him and waited
'cause you pitied the lady
Who blew on your Gjallarhorn and
Tried to build a relation
But even that ship has sailed!