Leverpostejsrap - Pede B, DeublEe

Skarpe Skud 3, har du ik hørt dem, skal du tjekke de andre

Jeg prøver hver gang bare gøre den næste skarpere

Musikken har ramt mig, som en af de mest enkle brancher

Vi klipper græsset ned så vi kan se de kvælerslanger

Det op af bakke det her spil, det ikke nemme etaper

Jeg prøver slå mit navn fast som med hæfteklammer

Men folk vil se beef, ligesom kjolen på Lady Gaga

Men jeg er altid i mit es, som Kasper Spez’s makker

Det her festen starter, i får det bedste fra mig

Jeg mesterhakker, rapper hårde end en hest den sparker

Det under-hunden, der tjener mere end de kendte rapper

Der ik' flytter sig en skid, Mc Bænkevarmer

Til mine lovlydige drenge, og dem der ik' har penge i banker

Der råber ost, når de ik' snakker om emmentaler

Mere end en Fight Night Emne-generator, fælden klapper

Det mord på dansegulvet, Sophie Ellis var der

De vil ha' Leverpostejsrap til deres lydbrød

De fatter ikke at det her game er liv og død

De tror stadig Pede B er vildt sød

Det gør mig aggressiv

Det gør mig ildrød

For det her game er hans levebrød

For mange folk er det lige den visse død

De kan pis ham af, men ik sluk hans glød

Han er i gang mester (vi så meget igang)

Går ind for fred, men er ikke et «Flower-Power» skvat

Du kan få på goddaw’en i nat af denne baggårds kat

Definitionen på «Rowdy-Rap»

Venstre hånd giver dig et hook, den højre giver dig en powernap

Nederlag er langvarrige, lykken er kort

Rapper der «namedropper» sprut de drikker, prøver for hårdt

Fucking freaks, vis du tror at det vigtigt at du går op i sneaks

Er du mere selvfornægtende end Flottefyr fra Sunny Beach

Så går det galt igen, når alle disse abemænd

Dummer sig for åbenskærm, som Line Baun Danielsen

De siger de har spillet om nok, som om de låser dem

Men det må være svært når deres nøgletal er skuffende

Stjernekaster, der leger «Super-Nova»

Der kort fra den rødeløber, til «Mads-Hardcore's» gule sofa

Trykker record, også forstår de det ornligt'

Det en blød snuff film, for jeg' er killing em' softly

Og så kan hver en vigtig Per, sige at Pede B

Har solgt ud, fordi han ikke spiller for tariffer mere

Lige nu går det godt, men har mit liv lært mig noget

Skal det nok snart gå ned igen, på en eller anden mærkelig måde'

Jakob, Frede, Sami, Jesper, og en masse venner

Siger jeg skal stress lidt mindre end mine organer svigter

Indebrændthed gør jeg skriver mine linjer

Hører Torrpedorr og drikker tæt for nedrullede gardiner

Vennerne fik mig til at genoptage psykolog besøg

Så det forhåbentligt stoppede mit selv rettede mordførsøg

Når ilden brænder i dig, og egentlig gir' dig nogen klø

Skal du så benytte det kreativt, eller lade lortet dø

Vi ender alle på et hospital, eller en skadestue

Hvor Gabriel fortæller at den her verden skal du forlade nu

Og den kan være svært at sluge

Som strip-poker med Mogens Camre

Selv hvis du vinder, så taber du

De vil ha' Leverpostejsrap til deres lydbrød

De fatter ikke at det her game er liv og død

De tror stadig Pede B er vildt sød

Det gør mig aggressiv

Det gør mig ildrød

For det her game er hans levebrød

For mange folk er det lige den visse død

De kan pis ham af, men ik sluk hans glød

Han er i gang mester (vi så meget igang)

Åhhh, Vi græder ikke over spildt mælk

Vi puffer weed, dropper rim, har det vildt skægt

De fleste rapper her i landet er vildt fake

Men de bliver rystet af min makker som en milkshake — X2

De vil ha' Leverpostejsrap til deres lydbrød

De fatter ikke at det her game er liv og død

De tror stadig Pede B er vildt sød

Det gør mig aggressiv

Det gør mig ildrød

For det her game er hans levebrød

For mange folk er det lige den visse død

De kan pis ham af, men ik sluk hans glød

Han er i gang mester (vi så meget igang)

Sharp Shots 3, if you have not heard them, check the others

I try every time just to make the next one sharper

Music has struck me as one of the simplest industries

We cut the grass down so we can see the strangler snakes

It uphill this game, it not easy stages

I'm trying to spell my name like with staples

But people want to see beef, just like the dress on Lady Gaga

But I'm always in my ace, like Kasper Spez's partner

This party starts, you get the best from me

I master chop, rapping harder than a horse it kicks

The under-dog who earns more than the famous rappers

There's not a shit moving, Mc Bench Warmer

To my law-abiding boys, and those who do not have money in banks

Cheese shouts when they'm not talking about emmentaler

More than a Fight Night Topic generator, the trap claps

The murder on the dance floor, Sophie Ellis was there

They want liver pate rap for their sound bread

They do not understand that this game is life and death

They still think Pede B is wildly cute

It makes me aggressive

It makes me fiery red

For this game is his livelihood

For many people, it's just the certain death

They can piss him off, but do not extinguish his glow

He's a running champion (we saw a lot going on)

Advocates for peace, but is not a «Flower-Power» squat

You can get on the goddaw tonight of this backyard cat

The definition of "Rowdy-Rap"

The left hand gives you a hook, the right hand gives you a powernap

Defeats are long lasting, happiness is short

Rapper there «namedropper» booze they drink, trying too hard

Fucking freaks, show you think it's important that you go up in sneaks

Are you more self-denying than Flottefyr from Sunny Beach

Then it goes wrong again when all these monkey men

Stupid for open screen, like Line Baun Danielsen

They say they have played about enough, as if they are locking them up

But it must be difficult when their key figures are disappointing

Star thrower playing "Super-Nova"

There short from the red carpet, to "Mads-Hardcore's" yellow sofa

Pressing record, they also understand it properly '

It's a soft snuff movie, because I'm kitten em 'softly

And then each important Per, can say that Pede B

Has sold out because he does not play for tariffs anymore

Right now it's going well, but my life has taught me something

Should it probably go down again soon, in some strange way '

Jakob, Frede, Sami, Jesper, and a lot of friends

Says I need to stress a little less than my bodies fail

Burnout do I write my lines

Hear Torrpedorr and drink closely for rolled down curtains

The friends made me resume psychologist visits

So that hopefully stopped my self-directed assassination attempt

When the fire burns in you, and really gives you some itching

Should you then use it creatively, or let the shit die

We all end up in a hospital, or an emergency room

Where Gabriel tells you to leave this world now

And it can be hard to swallow

Like strip poker with Mogens Camre

Even if you win, you lose

They want liver pate rap for their sound bread

They do not understand that this game is life and death

They still think Pede B is wildly cute

It makes me aggressive

It makes me fiery red

For this game is his livelihood

For many people, it's just the certain death

They can piss him off, but do not extinguish his glow

He's a running champion (we saw a lot going on)

Ahhh, We do not cry over spilled milk

We puff weed, drop rhymes, have a wild time

Most rappers in this country are wildly fake

But they are shaken by my partner like a milkshake - X2

They want liver pate rap for their sound bread

They do not understand that this game is life and death

They still think Pede B is wildly cute

It makes me aggressive

It makes me fiery red

For this game is his livelihood

For many people, it's just the certain death

They can piss him off, but do not extinguish his glow

He's a running champion (we saw a lot going on)