Multiplayer - Store P

Leppene begynte å sprekke

Leggene begynte å knirke

Lungene begynte å virke

Eggene begnte å klekke

Lommen e full av steiner

Lungen e full av greiner

Ungen e i seng for lengst

e lilla greier

deigene, alle de paiene

Disse daiene bare for no løgnere

Alle rundt om i helgene

Det er pirajaene mot de der haiene

Alle harene mot alle sneglene

Skal vi beine eller ka skal du seinere?

Det er feil og feil og enda feilere

Alle playerene vil låne no' lightere

De leker fightere, e bare designere

De ekje klar for nokke, hakje aning på det

Det e sånn det går med et vossafår

Men et smalahåve e jo bra for nokke

Salt og pepper, alt eg trenger

Han fikse kisen han fikser resten

Den G-husklikken bare tar no' penger

Jævla bra service

Eg server og de surfer opp og ned på no bølger

Bobler sprekker som no' pølser

Eg e den katten oppi den sekken

Nøkken nedi den elven

Kommer langt opp over den knekken

Eg e strøken resten av helgen

Æh, ka du preiker om no?

Eg har en i hver hånd

Eg har to i hver sko

Eg bygger broer og brygger

Men eg gidkje ro noen båter

Eg hører de skriker, men eg gidkje tro på no' måker

no' fugler, men vi har jo bare noen smuler

Klarer bare smile når eg røyker eller eg puler

De driver med no' zumba og no' jumba og no' scuba

Min tjommi, en piraja, stor pen barracuda

Kul 'an (x3)

The lips began to crack

The legs began to creak

The lungs began to work

The eggs began to hatch

The pocket is full of stones

The lungs are full of branches

The kid has been in bed for a long time

a little stuff

deigene, alle de paiene

These days just for no liars

All around on the weekends

It's the piranhas against those sharks

All the hares against all the snails

Shall we leg or ka are you going later?

There are mistakes and mistakes and even more mistakes

All players will borrow no 'lighters

They play fighters, they are just designers

They are not ready for anything, chop on it

This is how it goes with a vossa sheep

But a narrow net is good for some

Salt and pepper, everything I need

He fixes the pussy he fixes the rest

The G-house click only takes some money

Damn good service

I serve and they surf up and down on some waves

Bubbles burst like no 'sausages

I'm that cat in that bag

Nøkken down that river

Comes far above that crack

I'm the neighborhood the rest of the weekend

Eh, can you preach now?

I have one in each hand

I have two in each shoe

I build bridges and piers

But I wish I could row some boats

I hear them screaming, but I can believe some seagulls

no 'birds, but we only have a few crumbs

Can only smile when I smoke or smoke

They do no 'zumba and no' jumba and no 'scuba

My tjommi, a piraja, big pen barracuda

Kul 'an (x3)