(Chorus) Happy, happy, happy Frigg’s day Happy, happy, happy Frigg’s day Crown tilt sideways, my son? (Atreus) Loki its your death day Ooooooooh uh ooooooooh ohh Ooooooooh uh ooooooooh ohh Ooooooooh uh ooooooooh ohh Loki, low key, low blow “son?” Dont that here Its suno im king my dere We horay we hurrah here But a bit of your glorious purpose going be left here Ok Im Zen , now that the war begun Thank for accepting that your my son But watch or like my father zeus Ill try to kill my son And like his father ill swallow the beef So sit back relax or it be six feet deep Frigg watch calm while the weak ones hide Zen so impenetrable but look at my words they on a different side (Verse 1) Zen don’t say much, he let the lore talk Them shots hit like thunder, that’s a Thor walk 8bit he glitchin mans stuck in a loop Tryna play god with odin is how you got in my inter loop Zen see code in the lines you spit All zeros and ones ain’t i divine just a bit But secretly im crazy cause the one eye is shit Monday mournin that’s the omen of the carcass i bring Tyr my other son hand stay steady when it’s time to swing But on wenesday that when you hear that fat lady sing And poor atrius see what ragnorok truly brings Woden’s day wisdom sit deep in the chest You talk a bit like Loki but you fold under stress Thursday thunder, hear the sky crack twice As you ponder why the blunder attacking father this way Now it’s Frigg’s day, you watching as your body rot away Your fate in the thread Im sorry son theres no other way (Chorus) Happy, happy, happy Frigg’s day Happy, happy, happy Frigg’s day Crown tilt sideways, my son? (Atreus) Loki death day Ooooooooh uh ooooooooh ohh Ooooooooh uh ooooooooh ohh Ooooooooh uh ooooooooh ohh (Verse 2) Son, i mean boy, aint no stealing my crown Im sorry for all thoes fairytales but thats not how it goes down A Glass slipper can crack when the pressure gets real no happily ever after im sorry son to reveal And your fairy godmothers ghost when the clock strikes truth But stepping against odin means my son got some screw loose But tighten up my son im gonna finaly show not to ruse And that its death before dishonor And its ok to lose Its Friday soft serve em up with the blade still cold Frigg seen it all, every lie you told But boy them fates were chuckling they found that shit bold I ask for the fight but im still not sold But Saturday comes soon, where my son will be laid to rest And he fought so delightfully so ill lay his sword on his chest And to valhalla you go cause son you died in battle But im playing 8 bit this was all a test But son i do wish next time you come after the fore father you strike for the chest (Final Chorus) Happy, happy, happy Frigg’s day Happy, happy, happy Frigg’s day Crown tilt sideways, my son? (Atreus) Loki death day Ooooooooh uh ooooooooh ohh Ooooooooh uh ooooooooh ohh Ooooooooh uh ooooooooh ohh
