Tykt Og Tynt - Klovner I Kamp

halla Alis, hva skjer a?

ikke no spess, og du?

bare tenkte vi mᥠfᥠpᥠen fest, vi hakke drekt pᥠlenge

men vi drakk jo i gá¥r

sprá¸tt, det fá¸les ut som det minst mᥠvá¦re et á¥r siden

kan det vá¦re á¥rstiden?

shit, ja, jeg kjente no pᥠgikta, men nᥠhar det seg slik at i

Kveld skal vi bli go og drita, pᥠdamer, bá¸rst og hip-hip i

Skjá¸nn forening

du gir begrepet hip-hop junkie en helt ny mening

jeg veit, jeg veit, og det er jeg stolt av som

John Travolta blir folka helt stoka av min underlivs polka

du er korka og full din vesle hobby alkoholiker

hold kjeft, já¦vla svin, já¦vla hobby melankoliker

nᥠskal du forsyne meg fá¥

sᥠsikt pᥠtrynet mitt og slá¥

sᥠbegynner jeg ná¥

hva faen venter du pá¥, din já¦vla feige annorektiker

erru frekk eller?

du er sᥠtynn at du gir Grethe Roede brekninger

Fokk deg og dine slekninger en gjeng med svake sveklinger

oj, to hele setninger uten ᥠbanne, er dansken vá¥r blitt myk

Han som er gal og syk, gir folk fik og verbalt stryk

Sᥠstor og stygg i munnen men pᥠbunnen en svak sjel

Fra undergrunnen uten kunnen og viten

slutt, jeg fá¸ler meg sliten, jeg fá¸ler meg uggen og bedriten

Jeg mᥠsove et par timer

kan det kanskje vá¦re spriten som er skyld i problemet?

nei, det kan du ikke mene, men slutt ᥠstress

hei du mᥠpumpes, jeg ringer Dr. S (Dr.S: la meg se…)

Refreng:

Til vi ligger 6 fot kalde under torv og jord

Alt mitt er ditt til vi skilles i dá¸den X2

fᥠrá¦va di i gir, lett pᥠliket, fᥠdin kropp opp av ká¸ya

Fᥠut finger’n, det er morgen

slᥠav lyset, svir i á¸ya, la meg vá¦re i fred

Trekk for gardina fá¸r jeg kliner deg ned

jassᥠDane, hva er det du driver med?

slutt ᥠvá¦r sᥠgrinete

Har du tenkt ᥠkline ned din beste kamerat?

ja, hvis det trengs, og du veit jeg slá¥r deg flat

jassᥠlille venn, er du breial, tá¸ff i trynet, gid

Jeg blir sᥠredd og skremt av en danske i en dyne, skal du byne

True meg med et laken, visst er du skremmende naken

Men det lett ᥠlá¸pe fra 100 kilo fett

ᥠhold tett, já¦vla sprett, du som er sᥠkvikk og pigg

Dane ná¥r var sist gang du faktisk fikk deg et ligg?

hei, hei, hei, Alis, nᥠholder det

fra spá¸k til revolver, her kommer en alvorsprat

Fra din arbeidskamerat: slutt ᥠlok, slutt med dop

Slutt ᥠdrikke deg ihjá¦l, hvem skal ta ansvar for ditt liv

Om du ikke gjá¸r det sjá¦l?

begynn ᥠtren, fᥠdeg et liv

Klepp há¥ret og fᥠdeg en jobb som en start

ᥠden perfekte mannen som alltid er smart, som alltid er flink

Gir meg rá¥d og vink, nᥠble alt sᥠbra, Alis takk skal du ha

Hvem trenger fiender med en venn som deg

hei, hvem bommer spenn til deg?

helt fra jeg ble kjent med deg

Har jeg casha ut en masse gryn, jeg aldri fá¥r igjen av deg

Jeg gremmer meg og dropper ut av klovner og gá¥r solo

takk, da slipper jeg ᥠspille i et band med en homo

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at vi kunne synke sᥠdypt ᥠha med damer pᥠrefrengene

husk at vi gjá¸r det for henne, karrieren hennes trenger det

Og sᥠtrenger a pengene, og for henne er det spennende

Á¥ henge ut ᥠchille med de tre kule mennene

fokk, du á¦kke helt god, vi á¦kke tre menn men to

det er sant, Finger’n var jo nettopp konfirmant

Skal han vá¦re med pᥠleken, fá¥r han tá¥le hele steken

Finger’n gleder du deg til du kommer i puberteten?

gᥠfra gutt til mann, bli stor, vokse opp, eventuelt

Vurdere ᥠfinne en kjerring og debutere seksuelt

du fá¥r ta det du kan fá¥, for plutselig lá¸per tia fra deg

men jeg skjá¸nner det já¦vlig godt, hvis ingen damer vil ha deg

du har ikke utseende med deg

du kanke kle deg

eller gre deg

du er 120 há¸y

det á¦kke rart ingen ser deg

din lille Bá¦kkelaget-soss

lille snobb, snik, tosk

forbistrade já¸ssing, du blir aldri en av oss

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hello Alis, what's going on?

not no spess, and you?

just thought we must have a party, we've been waiting for a long time

but we drank yesterday

crazy, it feels like it must have been at least a year ago

could it be the time of year?

shit, yes, I used to feel gout, but now it's like i

In the evening we're going to get good and fuck, on ladies, brush and hip-hip in

Clear association

you give the term hip-hop junkie a whole new meaning

I know, I know, and I'm proud of that

John Travolta makes people go crazy for my belly polka

you're drunk and drunk you little hobby alcoholic

shut up, ya¦vla pigs, ya¦vla hobby melancholics

now you will supply me with some

then aim at my muzzle and strike

then I'll start now

what the hell are you waiting for, you bloody coward anorexic

erru rude or?

you are so thin that you make Grethe Roede vomit

Breed you and your relatives a bunch of weaklings

oops, two whole sentences without swearing, our Danish has become soft

He who is crazy and sick, gives people fik and verbal beatings

So big and ugly in the mouth but at the bottom a weak soul

From the underground without the skills and knowledge

end, I feel tired, I feel tired and tired

I have to sleep for a couple of hours

could it be the alcohol that is to blame for the problem?

no, you may not think so, but stop stressing

hey you need to be pumped, I'm calling Dr. S (Dr.S: let me see…)

Chorus:

Until we lie 6 feet cold under sod and soil

All mine is yours till death do us part X2

get your rá¦va in gear, light on the corpse, get your body out of the boat

Get your finger out, it's morning

turn off the light, sting the eye, leave me alone

Pull the curtain before I kneel you down

jessᥠDane, what do you do?

stop being so grumpy

Have you been thinking of knocking down your best mate?

yes, if need be, and you know I'll knock you flat

jessᥠlittle friend, are you breial, tá¸ff in the snout, gid

I get so scared and frightened by a Dane in a duvet, you're going to bid

Threaten me with a sheet, surely you are frighteningly naked

But it's easy to run from 100 kilos of fat

Á¥ hold tight, ja¦vla bouncy, you who are so nimble and energetic

Dane when was the last time you actually got laid?

hey, hey, hey, Alis, now that's enough

from spá¸k to revolver, here comes a serious talk

From your work mate: stop lok, stop dope

Stop drinking yourself to death, who will take responsibility for your life

If you don't do it yourself?

start working out, get a life

Cut your hair and get a job as a start

ᥠthe perfect man who is always smart, who is always clever

Gives me advice and a wink, now everything turned out so well, Ali's thanks to you

Who needs enemies with a friend like you

hey, who misses your buckle?

ever since I met you

Have I cashed out a lot of grits, I'll never get back from you

I grapple and drop out of clowns and go solo

thanks, then I won't have to play in a band with a gay man

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that we could sink so low to have ladies on the choruses

remember we are doing it for her, her career needs it

And then she needs the money, and for her it's exciting

To hang out and chill with the three cool men

man, you're quite good, we're three men but two

it's true, Finger'n was just confirmed

If he is to join the game, he has to endure the whole roast

Finger'n are you looking forward to hitting puberty?

go from boy to man, grow up, grow up, possibly

Consider finding a girlfriend and make your sexual debut

you have to take what you can get, because suddenly ten runs away from you

but I feel it very well, if no ladies want you

you don't have looks with you

you can get dressed

or comb your hair

you are 120 tall

no wonder nobody sees you

your little Bäkkelaget sauce

little snob, sneak, fool

distraught já¸ssing, you will never be one of us

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