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'd need 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 finished seven!

And your new film made it to page five before it ended!

You murdered cinema, now I am its vengeance!

Are you the best your daddy is sending?

His seed is week 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 clearly severed

You had wet dreams of a desert!

I have seen your fate, Thats So Raven King

I'd cure you of 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 is sour, come take the coldest shower

Not throw a tantrum because he thought 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 retrieve 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 when I pierce straight through

Your PS2 shield ain't blue! Knight blade stay hilted, my fists will do

To break that pinky used to lift that 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 drad 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 fokking 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 d**k

Who pillaged and raided the village you came from

To willingly be his slave, couldn't kill him and waited

Cuz you pitied the lady who blew on your Gjallarhorn

Tried to build a relation, but even that ship has sailed!