Blood for Blót

Gambling in Havana

Took a little risk

Shit went to fuck got no dad to get me out of this

Down on my luck

Well i'm down on my luck

Yep.. i'm down on my luck

hiding in Honduras

I'm a desperate man

Need lawyers guns and money

All I've got is a can

Of aerosol a lighter some rubber band tightener

A lot of flour when this shit hit the fan I make lightning

I walk like a viking

If its a sacrifice for victory its all right then

 

Ahh

The look on your face

Step to my pace I'll put you in your place

Leave a doctors case on the doorstep half ablaze

Baskets

Nuts

and where to place them

Casketcases cuts cruelty crazes

Place my nuts on your finances faces

no

Cut your fiancés

ugh

Look

I'm all out my spaces

What's wrong with me? I don't know.

I just leave traces

What I'm trying to say is hard cause I'm a bit spaced

And I've got this taste stuck in my mouth and trying to get it out my face

my tongues numb and won't stay in its place but

Never mind that what I came here to say is stop

ski-doodling and dandling lets get to the paddling and rough-handying

Blood for Blót

My complements to your cobbler