Now this is the story all about how
My unlife began with a scythe, not a plow
And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a world called Runeter'

In western Valoran I was born and raised
In the dungeon is where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out, torturin', shacklin' all cool,
Eatin' souls for breakfast like a bad-ass ghoul
When a couple of cons, they were up to no good
Started makin' trouble in my dungeon-hood
I got in one little hanging, and my mom got scared
She said, "You move your ghost-ass that isle over there"

I whistled for a ghoul, and when it came near the
License plate said, "Thresh' and had chains in the mirror
If anything I could say this ghoul was a scare
But I thought, nah, forget it, "Yo homes, to Runeter'"

I pulled up the Ilse about seven or eight
And I yelled to the ghoulie, "Yo homes, scythe ya lata"
Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there
Just swinging my lantern as the prince of Runeter'

#FailedThreshPrinceSong