King Canute

Wavy motherfucker should've brought a fucking snorkel

And I stand the tallest you could call me fucking Thorkell

Askeladd don't seem that bad when we send you to hell

Valhalla don't got room for you, that's easy to tell

Rolling with the son of Thors, I got lyrics in my pores

Battle for the sake of fun, I won't stop until I'm done, and that ain't no time soon

Pots and pans with flame in hand the way I'm cooking fools

Gave your mans many back hands cause he thought we was cool

Flatten your top like Floki

Boy you a peon it's not even low-key

Back in the day they was calling me Shmokey