Super Smash Bros - Bankmenn, Dreamon, Zeps

You like fucking hip hop

Well guess what, we got a couple of fucking MC’s for you

We’ve got fucking Lars Rubix

We’ve got M. O

We’ve got Phats Tha Physician

We’ve got Dreamon

We’ve got fucking ZEPS, he’s from Brooklyn

That’s what the accent I’ve got going here

Listen, and what we do on the fucking mic

We smash it, we break things, we fucking go nuts

Throw tables, fucking break glasses

Fucking pick people in the fucking face

Aah, motherfucker

Bankmenn, Norway, Brooklyn, woah

Yeah, hei la meg slippe til

Så skal jeg rippe denne beaten som det er ingenting

Du kjenner stilen min, kingpin, chinge-ling

Pinky ring på lillefingeren min

Så kom å heng på den vingen min

Haters er pissed, Bimmelim

Vi smasher det, vi krasjer det

Får cash’a man, og trasher det

Jeg er stjerna her, jeg er Merca man

Ikke han du vil herse med

On Point som en en?

idè

Det er BLP så jeg cash’er mer

Fra Brooklyn til Oslo og back again

En national smash again

I just wanna know where the cheese at

Paper boy, that green stacks

I don’t really smoke but my niggas do

So they wanna know where the fuck the weed’s at

I’m super, I’m dynamite, looking for a chick with China eyes

When the time is right, I’mma lay her down

I’m the number one player now

Team Dreamon and it seem that my CD playing now

But still she the one that really wanna take a bow, get it?

If not, you ain’t supposed to sweat it

I’m just talking a little about my Asian fetish

Girl, I don’t really wanna make it easy

A freak in the bed, what it takes to please me

She’s getting wetter but you’re begging to teach me

Hit her down and I’m really appreciating her deeply

Smashing it, smashing it

Haters they ain’t having it

They mad cause we smashing it

They hating cause we talented

We smashing it, smashing it

Haters they ain’t having it

They mad cause we smashing it

Show y’all what a classic is

We-we smash-smash

Smashing it

We-we-we smash, smash

Homie we be smashing it

We-we smash-smash

Smashing it

We-we-we smash, smash

Show y’all what a classic is

Gjør bare min greie

Kommer ikke til å velge noen blindveier

For det er min tur

Hiver sidemannen ut vindu, blir ikke din seier

Eller mitt tap

Mange folk leker harde og er cheesy på bunn, pizza

Ser på damene sånn, vil du, bli med meg

Bare gi meg en grunn, QuickStart (vroom)

Har en alltid vært en business

Så er ikke back in business

Gi meg piker og billig green og papir

Har ikke tid til noen wack’e bitches

Ta et hint, bare gi deg

Sipper fordi jeg, stikker forbi deg

Holder hodet kaldt, for alltid

Som denne vinteren forblir her

Hit them with the one, two, three

Tote guns for free, no one but me

Just come through see, five dope MC’s

Minds focused b', I know they see

We supposed to be, from coast to key

Rappers that roast your overies

You know it’s me, hood poetry

Please let’s have a toast for me

Got groceries with loads of cheese

Best vocally, iced Rosarys

I’m rolling deep in a stolen jeep

We smoking cheech, just flow with me

Motherfuckers better hear when I say

Chilling with my niggas and they cheer when I slay

Kick you in the nuts, yelling have a nice day

Smash my mic’s then my bitches they might stay

You know I be rolling spliffs

Ain’t nobody cold as this

Eskimo, bless the flow

These cats are Corny Flakes I’m Golden Crisp

And we holding this

Down with the sound and you clowns

Gonna meet the ring master

Listen to the lyrics I’m killing I bring faster

Wing snapper, if you think you fly, nei, I

Do this and I don’t even try, my

Music will float to the sky why

You bitches all gonna cry, fry

Rappers just like potatoes

Never slacking, stacking pesos

Case closed, break dro, hate no