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Langt under deres elskede gade

Hvor deres syn på at hold' det ægte er skredet

Og de tror, dét at råb' højst vinder balladen

Men de' blot ynkelige under dække

Og sidste udvej det' kast noget plettet

Men de' lavet af fæces og bløderpis

Så hvorfor sku' jeg gøre min' knoer beskidt'?

Der var engang, hvor dreng' blev til mænd

Hvor man så til sin' ældre for råd

Hvor bøf var noget, man åd

Og et problem rent faktisk medførte blod

Men jalousi og smålighed er åbenbart nok

For at snak' som en luder det' det nye sort

Jeg' resistent, for det går kun fremad

Og succes generer' misundeligt drama

Jeg-jeg kender dig ikk' nok til at hade dig

Men jeg må gøre det godt, siden du hader mig

Hva' der ikk' slår dig ihjel, gør dig ligeglad

Og kun kujoner kigger hjemad

Når de får visioner om dit fjæs på et sølvfad

Fuck beef, bitch, hva' er had?

Det', når de ser et menneske går imod strøm'

Fast besluttet på at residere i deres drøm'

Og de vil' ønsk', de ku' gå med op ad bjerget

Men deres fødder vil ikk' løft' sig, deres vilje er begravet

I en selvmedliden' tryghed

For det vante det gi’r dem en bund, som de ka' hvile deres ryg ved

Så' det let at pege fingre mod himlen

Og være endnu en udstrakt arm midt i vrimlen

Der reagerer på et manglende mod

Så småligt at deres had det ser materielt ud

Og så er had pludseligt at se mig i en coupé

Og at vide at deres kæreste måske er en groupie

Jeg-jeg kender dig ikk' nok til at hade dig

Men jeg må gøre det godt, siden du hader mig

(Arh, arh) La' vær' at hade en spiller, nej, du burde

Had det faktum, du ikk' engang selv turde det

Men had avler had, så du må forberede dig

På at alle omkring dig de en dag vil hade dig

Det' din skæbne at spis' af dit eget kød

For du' alene ved bordet, når du ska' bræk' brød

Du holder messe uden fremmøde

Fingeren i halsen — det' det sidste, du ka' frastøde

Du' kun dit eftermæle værd

Og din arv er der ingen, der bærer

Nej, du' glemt som en anonym afdød

Det, du laver, er ligesom min eks — afprøvet

Allerede indtaget

Og det ka' kun udmund' i vrede

Som kun ka' udmund' i had

Men kun én ting er større, og jeg ved hvad

Når det' nødvendigt, at de siger dit navn

For overhovedet at bli' set i deres egen hjemstavn

Når alt, de stiler efter, det' noget, du er

Når din mening om de hoes ka' fuck' deres karriere

Når dem, der sviner, ikk' ka' kom' af med

Det faktum, at de vil' sut' dig af for et omkvæd

Når voksne mænd i jakkesæt tuder offentligt

Bare fordi du har sagt, deres forretning går dårligt

Når du tjener hel' deres livsløn årligt

Når det sidste, de ka' find' på at kald' dig, er borgerlig

Det, når du' din egen bedste kontakt

Så fuck al deres had, bitch — hva' magt?

We descend to Hades

Far below their beloved street

Where their view of keeping 'the real has slipped

And they think that shouting 'at most wins the trouble

But they 'just pathetic under cover

And last resort it 'throw something stained

But they 'made of feces and hemorrhoids

So why should I make my 'knuckles dirty'?

There was a time when boys became men

Where one looked to his' elder for advice

Where steak was something one ate

And a problem actually caused blood

But jealousy and pettiness are obviously enough

To speak 'like a whore' the new variety

I 'resistant, because it only goes forward

And success generates' envious drama

I-I do not know you enough to hate you

But I have to do well since you hate me

What's not 'kills you does not matter to you

And only cowards look home

When they get visions of your face on a silver platter

Fuck beef, bitch, what's hate?

It 'when they see a human being going against current'

Determined to reside in their dream '

And they will 'wish' they could go up the mountain

But their feet will not 'lift up', their will is buried

In a self-pitying 'security

Because the habit gives them a bottom on which to rest their backs

So it's easy to point fingers at the sky

And be another outstretched arm in the midst of the throng

Responding to a lack of courage

So petty that their hatred it looks material

And then hatred is suddenly seeing me in a coupe

And knowing that their boyfriend might be a groupie

I-I do not know you enough to hate you

But I have to do well since you hate me

(Arh, arh) Let's not hate a player, no, you should

Had the fact that you did not even dare

But hatred breeds hatred, so you have to prepare

On that all around you they will one day hate you

It 'your destiny to eat' of your own flesh

Because you 'alone at the table when you're' breaking 'bread

You hold a fair without attendance

The finger in the throat - the last thing you can repel

You're only worth your legacy

And your inheritance there is no one who carries

No, you 'forgot as an anonymous deceased

What you do is like my ex - tried and tested

Already ingested

And it can only end in anger

Who can only 'utmund' in hatred

But only one thing is bigger and I know what

When it's necessary that they say your name

To be seen in their hometown at all

After all, what they're aiming for is something you are

When your opinion about they hoes ka 'fuck' their career

When those who swine do not 'ka' get 'off

The fact that they will 'suck' you off for a chorus

When grown men in suits shout in public

Just because you said their business is going bad

When you earn full 'their living wage annually

When the last thing they can 'find' to call you is bourgeois

That when you 'your own best contact

So fuck all their hatred, bitch - what's power?