The Funeral Where Nobody Cried.

Judas Priest shirt, little tartan skirt
Gaze won't avert and it hurts
Dance like to devil to a dirge
Gave me an urge, decided I'm having her,
Sneak up like a saboteur
She pushed me away but I ain't easy to deter
Spoke to this girl, said dance crazier, give us a twirl

Tänään,
I'm almost a man
But I shirk thinking on that shit;
Thoughts won't avert and it hurts,
To think we could make it work,
Now I'm irked, these fucking jerks
Lurk with their smirks, makes me berserk
Call off the search, on my personal shit
You already got enough to besmirch my name with
What's your game, anyways?
I laid it out on the table and I stayed in my place
I tried to keep a straight face while you fuckers debase
Disgrace and deface my time in this servant rat race
Proxy or wolf, I don't give two fucks
I'mma still gut you like a fucking fattened duck
Throw you down, stuck in the muck
Here's a kiss from my fist, pucker up
Checkmate, I'll flick open the gun case
Give your fave bitch three bullets again, to the face,
Make sure she's dead this time
Make sure the bitch is wrecked this time
Make sure that bitch's brains go fly
Make sure she's fixed with formaldehyde
That bitch victim at the funeral where nobody cried.

"Kuolemantanssi" - a rap.

Kuolemantanssi -

kolme, kaksi, yksi,

Maahan!

Repping Suomi, think you know me?
Bitch, why not show me
You hate me, you can blow me
Tell your girl to phone me
Now I'll start off slow fo' ye:
Rap has to build an ego, you see
Ta poupée me sourit
Maintainant le démon est sorti!!!

Not French, I'm Finnish
Finnish, let me finish this
Don't try and limit this
Demean or diminish this
Burn, crash, drown like Icarus
Time for Ras to feed the fish
You swallow all that bitterness
And shit it out the shit emitter, bitch
Eat like a jelly little critter, bitch
Keep sucking off Der Ritter bitch, just to earn a pittance
Quit and submit, cos I commit to the shit that I spit and transmit
Tight knit, no skit, sharp wit, never miss, hit a bitch
Leave the tip, of the knife, in the slit, ass split!

Kick you back like Winter War Venäjän
Throw you on the funeral pyre
Get out my lighter, throw an all-nighter
Hear the sirens, even the firefighters gotta
Dance with us,
Around your death, heat and fire
Said funeral pyre
You're fucked up, burned up, like Danny Dyer
If your girl checks me out, I won't deny her
I'll fuck her on your coffin with empty desire!

Maahan!

Smash you like Genghis Khan!

Maahan!

Carrying my my side arm!

Maahan!

Mitä tekisit, jos karhu tulee vastaan?

Maahan!

Hey-oh

My name is Rasmus,
By 999 dispatchers
Police won't catch us,
I’m not assed but
I always get beef, always in deep
Always can't sleep, not a peep, sow and reap,
I'm a gamekeeper, minesweeper
Raise my repeater
Watch you bleed a litre
I'm a Winchester wielder
Vision of outfielder
I can always see ya
I wouldn't wanna be ya
When I slit your trachea
Split it like Korea
Invaded like Crimea
Hunted like a deer
Emptied like a beer
And I'll be alive and real
...So see ya!

Yeah. I'm that Timberwolf. I do Timberwolf things in London. I can't say I enjoy my job any more than you proxy fuckers tho. I have seriously blond hair. I don't have a Winchester rifle. I like to swear. And stuff. That's all for now.