Lævateinn (Lah-va-teen). Damocles.
Return from Asgard. Woke from a dream
Descended on the party scene
Disgusted, I could never get clean
I nearly lost my light and my gleam
So it seems I must attack quickly
Chop him, chop her, Chop her too
It's not what I say, it's what I do
See, this is a judgment, gavel
Slam, all of these hoes who chose not to dance
I want their tongues, chop off their hands
There is no appeal. You wasted your chance.
Gucci, Louie V,
Bitch, you can not impress me
And do not ask if I buy that shit
Fashion labels, I have no interest
Unless it say Queen, Alfred or Doyenne
Then I'm not buying, I won't be your friend
We can never hang out again
You're petty, simply mortal in the end
And don't get me started on your lack of dividends
Does your money make money for you?
Where are you on the food chain, baby?
Top? Bottom? Versatile? Maybe
Maybe..

I told you before that I declare war
I can't stand no kid shit no more
I'm ready to build, design my own coutoure
Yes, I'm yawning, because you're bore
Sigh. I don't know.
Should I be gagging over your flow?
Should I be bowing when you claw at my door?
Should I be bash in your brains, bitch? Thor.
Let's get this straight, you are so full of hate
Don't know your name, you'll never be great
Run away quick 'cause I'm burning your crops
Deliver your men 'cause my pussy does pop
Maybe? Maybe.

Call me Ma'am. If you please.
Call me Ma'am. Get on your knees.

This is my gun
This is sword
This is my shield
You better run
This is my castle
This is my house
Please close your mouth
Or you can get out
This is my sun
This is my moon
Why when we fucking
You cumming too soon
I am a Goddess
I am so cunty
This is the end
And you best be running