Bordluder - L.O.C.

Hva' så der, Liam, mand?

Hva' sker der?

Ska' vi ikk' i byen eller hvad?

Var det ikk', var det ikk' meningen?

Nej mand, gider ikk' det der fucking byen, mand

Hva' sker der?

Hva' der sket?

Seriøst?

Du har ikk' hørt det der lort i lørdags eller hva'?

La' mig lige hør'

Okay, tjek det her

Jeg ta’r et skridt ind i klubben, lortet er helt pakket

Og alligevel er det første, jeg ser

En flok rapper', der danser i møblerne

Ja, allesammen de går fuldt retarderet

De' på emma hele holdet, de har flasker på bordene

Og teenagetøser som selskab

Du ved, typen der spiller smart over for de sam' folk

I nyt tøj hver lørdag

Den ene lille hang-around spørg' om, jeg' klar på

At ta' en snap, og jeg spørg': «Hva' det?»

Inden han ta’r et billede med sin 'fon og skriver hen over det:

«Se mig, jeg hænger med L.O.C.»

Guderne vil vide, hvis han vidst', hva' jeg synes om ham

Så vil' han sikkert skab' sig som en tøs

Men fuck it, for natten den er ung og præcis lige så dum

Som drengen, der knipser løs

Den ene rapper hopper op til DJ’en, sætter sit eget lort på

Og ta’r mikrofonen

Nej, ingen her er kommet for at se ham spille

Men alligevel så råber idioten

Han råber: «Fuck berømmelse, alt det handler om para»

Men det' sådan der, din forretning bli’r kvalt

Ser du, jeg ville ikk' spyt' så meget som et ord

Uden ejeren han fik lov at betal'

Din yndlingsrapper er en bordluder (Ja, han er)

Din yndlingsrapper er en bordluder (Ja, han er)

Din yndlingsrapper er en bordluder (Ja, han er)

Din yndlingsrapper er en bordluder (Ja, han er, er, er, er)

Hende her tøsen er pænt aggressiv

Og helt smurt ind i noget krigs-makeup

Hendes hænder ligner lort, hun er tattet op af fingrene

Men hun er stadig helt spændt op

Hun siger, hvis jeg nu ruller med hende

Så får jeg mer' end bare lidt penge til benzin

Men jeg' hverken kommet her for at dans' eller knep'

Så nej tak, bitch, det' fint

Men som festen tynder ud ud på natten

Er der kun hend' og hendes veninder tilbage

Jeg tænker: «Fuck it, så længe at jeg pakker pikken ind

Så ka' det her ikk' gå helt galt»

Vi rammer hotellet, hun har set for mange film

Og vil ha', at vi ska' gør' det her vildt voldsomt

Jeg si’r: «Fint nok», hun siger, jeg ska' ta' fat om hendes hals

Mens hun selv holder hænderne rundt om

Hun vil ha', at jeg ska' stramme lidt til, så jeg følger bare trop

Mens hun hidsigt si’r: «Mer'»

Men pludselig så vender hun det hvide ud af øjnene

Og kællingen stopper med at træk' vejret

Prøver med en flad, tjekker hendes puls

Kan ikk' finde lortet, vågn op, bitch

Næste flad hjælper, så jeg stikker mig selv en

For ikk' at gå helt i panik

Men som tingene ser ud, er mit mindste problem

At jeg vil' få mere end en voldsdom

Ser du, det stinker i sengen, fordi kroppen den gi’r slip

Når en person er lige ved at omkomme

La' vær at fuck' med en bordluder (Bare la' vær)

La' vær at fuck' med en bordluder (Bare la' vær)

La' vær at fuck' med en bordluder (Bare la' vær)

La' vær at fuck' med en bordluder (Bare la' vær, vær, vær, vær)

Hallo Liam, mand, hva' fanden er det for en historie, du fortæller mig, mand?

Jeg sagde, vi sku' i byen, og du står og fortæller mig så'n nogle ting.

Shit man, jeg har fucking ikk' lyst til at ta' i byen.

Fuck this shit

What's up, Liam, man?

What's up?

Are we not going to the city or what?

Wasn't that the point?

No man, do not bother that fucking city, man

What's up?

What has happened?

Seriously?

You did not hear that shit last Saturday or what?

Let's just hear '

Okay, check this out

I'm taking a step into the club, the shit is completely packed

And yet it's the first thing I see

A bunch of rappers' dancing in the furniture

Yes, all of them they go fully retarded

They 'em on the whole team, they have bottles on the tables

And teenage girls as company

You know, the guy who plays smart with the same people

In new clothes every Saturday

The one little hang-around ask 'if I' ready

To take a snap and I ask, "What's it?"

Before he takes a picture with his phone and writes over it:

"Look, I'm hanging out with L.O.C."

The gods will know if he knows what I think of him

Then 'he will probably create' himself like a girl

But fuck it, because at night it's young and just as stupid

Like the boy who snaps loose

One rapper jumps up on the DJ, puts his own shit on

And take the microphone

No, no one here has come to see him play

But still, the idiot shouts

He shouts: «Fuck fame, all it's about para»

But it's like that, your business gets suffocated

You see, I would not 'spit' as much as a word

Without the owner he was allowed to pay '

Your favorite rapper is a tablecloth (Yes, he is)

Your favorite rapper is a tablecloth (Yes, he is)

Your favorite rapper is a tablecloth (Yes, he is)

Your favorite rapper is a tablecloth (Yes, he is, is, is, is)

Her here the girl is pretty aggressive

And completely smeared into some war makeup

Her hands look like shit, she's taken up by her fingers

But she's still totally excited

She says if I now roll with her

Then I get more 'than just a little money for petrol

But I 'neither come here to dance' nor trick '

So no thanks, bitch, that's fine

But as the party thins out into the night

Is there only her and her friends left

I think, “Fuck it, as long as I wrap the dick in it

So this can not go completely wrong »

We hit the hotel, she has seen too many movies

And want us to 'do' this wildly violently

I say, "Fine enough," she says, "I'll grab her neck."

While she herself holds her hands around

She wants me to tighten up a little so I just follow suit

As she angrily says, "More."

But suddenly she turns the white out of her eyes

And the bitch stops breathing

Trying with a flat, checks her heart rate

Can 't find the shit, wake up, bitch

Next flat helps so I stick myself one

To not panic completely

But as things stand, my least problem is

That I will 'get more than a sentence of violence

You see, it stinks in bed because its body slips

When a person is about to perish

Do not fuck with a tablecloth (Just do not)

Do not fuck with a tablecloth (Just do not)

Do not fuck with a tablecloth (Just do not)

Let's fuck 'with a tablecloth (Just let's, be, be, be)

Hi Liam, man, what the hell is this story you're telling me, man?

I said we're going to town, and you're standing there telling me some things.

Shit man, I fucking do not want to take in the city.

Fuck this shit