Hennes Gråt - Erik Og Kriss

Yeah, er alt for han,, ingen underdog

Kondolerer, nå kremerer vi norsk jantelov

Og hvis jeg er for bred så tar jeg selvkritikk

Men når jeg sier vi er best så er det selvinnsikt

Når E og K får feedback kan du høre det

Føles litt som å få feedback rett I ørene

Hun kaster BH’en på scenen

Kun fordi hun har sett meg på TV’en

Har aldri sett så mange tits før

Disse chicksa flasher mer enn blitz gjør

Må ha sett så fett ut, de blir mo I knærne

Rett I solar plexus, ring heimevernet

De er gærne, roper mer enn skolekor

Du ved miksebordet, gi meg mere monitor

Vi er hver gang vi møtes

Du skulle bare visst hvordan det føles

Men selv ti tusen folk

Over døvesletta av hennes gråt

Lett av hennes gråt

Yeah, det jeg forvalter går herfra til evighet

Scena talter, publikum er menighet

Lyden, røyket, lyset, treenigheten

Ikke martyr, men fremstår som helligheten

Når jeg dæver blir det statue, ikke kiste

Fordi jeg topper hver jævla liste

Digg og sigg var det jeg visste

Hele landet har blitt Erik og Krissne

Alle vet at jeg går hardere enn tresko

Hitsa mine er evig grønn som hermetisk besto

Desto mer er landegrensene en sko

Mitt utseende burde stått på lista til hun

Det er vel derfor disse chicksa flasher titsa sine

Sklir av stolen hver gang de hører hitsa mine

Er enda mere fun I et tidglass

De ser på meg som norsk pops Messias

Yeah, that's all for him ,, no underdog

Condolences, now we cremate Norwegian Jantelov

And if I'm too broad, I'm taking self-criticism

But when I say we are the best, it is self-insight

When E and K get feedback you can hear it

Feels a bit like getting feedback right in your ears

She throws her bra on stage

Only because she's seen me on TV

Never seen so many tits before

These chicks flash more than flash does

Must have looked so fat, they get mo in the knees

Right In the solar plexus, call the Home Guard

They are happy, shouting more than school choirs

You at the mixing desk, give me more monitor

We are every time we meet

You just had to know how it feels

But even ten thousand people

Over the deaf plain of her crying

Lightly by her crying

Yeah, what I manage is going to last forever

Stage speaks, the audience is a congregation

The sound, the smoke, the light, the trinity

Not martyr, but appears as holiness

When I deaf it becomes a statue, not a coffin

Because I top every fucking list

Digg and sigg was what I knew

The whole country has become Erik and Krissne

Everyone knows I walk harder than clogs

My hits are evergreen that hermetically passed

The more the borders are a shoe

My appearance should have been on her list

That's probably why these chicks flash their tits

Slipping off the chair every time they hear my hits

Is even more fun in a time glass

They look at me as Norwegian pop's Messiah