Iceland
By
M.C. Reykjavík
(Rising, serious fighting music begins here)
Hello you mudda-fukas, dis is the hard ice, cold mudda fukin shit you hommies don’t know about. Dis is the da land of the darkest black, black hard-ass rock, from da mudda fucking volcanoes dat burn down your entire cities: Beverly Hills, suck a mudda fucking dick you pussy muddah fuckas! Comton–it’s too cold for you here, bradah-mudda fuckas. How’s your low riders in dem mudda fuckin lahars and shit? How you you gonna drive though one of our storms when your shit get blown off dat road to stalenklasa? And while I’m at it, Fuck you Miami Beach. I don’t even need to say nothing.Just fuck you. Take that. And New York? Fuk you too. We’d sacrifice your virgins inside of our hot, black foaming calderas, but you mudda fuckas ain’t got no more virgins.
So come at us bro. Come hard as basalt muddah fuckas, if you gonna come at us. But you better not come with that weak as glacier on mount Rainier, cause dat shit got no fucking fluvial out put, you hear me? Dat fucking glacier don’t need to use no condoms cause it’s all shriveled up. Know what I’m saying? It ain’t got no daddy babies issues–fat broke muddah fucka. Our smallest glacier make you look like one of our little Iceland ponies–which we eat mudda fuckas–did you hear dat shit?!? After we ride them we step off and eat dat shit. It tastes like stronger beef then you will ever taste mudda fuckas. Not even your macho cowboys do dat shit. Let me say dat shit again so you muddah fuckas are sure to know–We eat our ponties, Mudda fuk ah! We eat our ponies!
(Start the beat)
Come get your dick sucked in Reykjavík.
Take your panties off in Reykjavík.
Get your clit licked in Reykjavík.
But don’t let your bitch talk you into sucking our dicks in Reykjavík.
I mean don’t do it, unless like dat shit.
We legit here in Reykjavík.
Come eat some ponies in Reykjavík.
Dats right dats right….
We some legit mudda fuckas in Iceland, get it?
We got some virgins left here in
Reykjavík.
Eatin’ dat whale meat in Reykjavík.
So you muudah fucks, you eatin’ dat MC Macdonalds Big Mac cheese burger but you don’t have no pony in dat shit muddah fuckas? You drinking yo’ chocolate milk and we drinking dat skyr? Hear me? We fucking in dat ice cave while you watch dat porno with dat big fake titty bitch? We fuckin’ dat pony. You hear dat? We out here busting rocks and putting dem bitches at our door steps because we ain’t got no hardware stores muddah fuckas.
So…
Come get your dick sucked in Reykjavík.
Take your brah off in Reykjavík.
Get your ass licked in Reykjavík, by a kitty in our city who like dat shit.
Don’t let your bitch talk you into sucking my dick in Reykjavík.
Go ahead and do it ’cause I like dat shit.
We legit here in Reykjavík.
Come eat some ponies and whale meat in Reykjavík.
We some legit mudda fuckas in Iceland, get it?
And after all dat bad ass shit, we still got virgins left here in
Reykjavík.
(Break down)
Yeaaa! yeaaa!
Just follow the smell of volcanic ash, muddah fuckas.
What?!
What?!
Fuck mars, Elon. Come here wit yo space ship, muddah fucka.
What?!
(Finishes with Led Zeppelin’s “The immigrant Song”)
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ahh, ah
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
by waltzingfool