There comes Lopt, the treacherous Lusting for revenge He leads the legions of the dead Towards the Aesir's realm They march in full battle dress With faces grim and pale Tattered banners and bloody flags Rusty spears and blades

Drivin' in a slick black Cadillac It's got solid gold hubcaps It feels all right Feels all right It makes me feel like a king I only need one thing They're after me Slick black Cadillac Ooooo, just a big black set of wheels

I changed my number couple times 'Cause man kept calling me for things And man are hating But they're waving Might just link Samantha Mix the gentlemen with gansta I know they see me on the camera When they saw me on their strip

Hey, ho, to the bottle I go To heal my heart and drown my woe Rain may fall and wind may blow But there still be many miles to go Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain And stream that falls from hill to plain Better than rain or rippling brook Is a mug

Two worlds, one family Trust your heart Let fate decide A simple life, they live in peace To guide these lives we see Put your faith in what you most believe in To guide these lies we see A paradise untouched by man Within this worlds blessed with love

Na na na na na na na na Yeah, they don't care about you (No future) They don't care about you You don't know a thing about it Hours lost to dawn from dusk Let the music seal your fate Yeah, you can run but life won't wait And what did she hope to find

Hope they wasn't lyin' when they said it all comes back around, baby But if it's still a Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, well I'm still breathin' If there's something I can say before you finish leavin' And if everything still happens for a reason Maybe

Either way you caught me with your lyin' You caught me whilst a lyin' You caught me with my pants down We hang even into the ocean I want to say it's to me to change the world And I wanna play till they kicking down the doors And I'll be alright as long

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ay, ay) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, name them the shottas When my homies pull up on

I know you don't work here anymore, I know you don't work here anymore I think I'd love to die alone But you don't work here anymore And they might fill your place A temporary stand-in for your face This happens all the time And I can't help but think