[Intro]
-So, now we meet at last.
-Who are you?
-I am the absolute outsider a don juan from the underworld.
[Verse 1]< br/>All of HipHop Sweden hates me, you know who I mean
And to be honest, I couldn't care less
I slide around with Ebola to avoid ragging
And blow skulls away from here to Nicaragua
So stick your hag because my spit eats best
Do you have beef with me sleep in your bulletproof vest
I'll puncture the hell out of your career with my ink pen
Of course we're going to fight, oh you forgot your text at home
I'll slap you for what you said was a big lie
Ugly girls, at least you're not 26 and a virgin
You wanted to be big and heavy , but you hang out with vagrants
Players and pimps should you be this In a ghostwriter
So search on, when Fronda stomps and disturbs
Steps in with a harpoon bigger than a fattened bear
So you might die, rappers get to pick sides
Then you gotta fuck with groupies to sell a record
I swallow nails and float with my battleship
And rappers suffocate wrapped in my lunch bag< br/>[Ref.]
So grab the gun, load it and aim
Shoot your chick
Whose style have I snooped, who am I impersonating?
Suck my dick
And if you see me on your block, run away and hide your child
Fråndish slams in again, the pimp who is king in town
[Verse 2]
If you want something from me, me probably drunk at the bar
Grab a bottle we can work it out like hooligans
No fucking today but, we're like cannibals
Fronda fixes more skin than Hanibal man
So turn around if quickly you might have time to see my shadow
The dwarf, he who took the virginity of your subba
That one is studied you have forgotten a detail gays
I am so fucking big that I have the globe as an enamel eye
My style kills while what you play is tragic
Damn, I already formed cyphers in kindergarten
Never get shaki because I have friends who dare
And then I have god incarnate I' human flesh
I'm getting so fucking tired, so grab the whore's mic
12.30 I'm psychotherapy with Thomas Kvick
I don't want to hear those rotten rhymes
But I could care less your daddy sat in (in, in, in, in)
[Ref.]
So grab the gun, load it and aim
Shoot your chick
Whose style have I snitched, who am I pretending to be?
Suck my cock
And if you see me on your block, run away and hide your child
Fråndish slams in again, the pimp who is king in town
[ Verse 3]
Fråndish, but also called a kral pig
Nice clothes gangster, have you cloned Ali G
We swear in our lyrics to appear absolutely horrible
And to get all of sweden to lose its chin so leprous
So give us more furs or be a dead body
And if you want to measure yourself with me, the eyeball doesn't help
He who presses down a ton of herring In your tone herring
The dwarf is ugly In the mouth like the shark In a Bond movie
One more round, so get down on your knees and give me gas and booze
And you guys are the worst thing I've heard since DJLarge beats
Have a good life, wait, your girlfriend is calling
I'm throwing tanks away with my middle finger
Mick is on fire because I looked at it too long
You mention my name you know you die , scamp
I start murderous fires and no one can trace the smoke
This is just the beginning I wait with mercy the bump
[Ref.]
So grab the gun, load it and aim
Shoot your chick
Whose style have I stolen, who am I impersonating?
Suck my cock
And if you see me on your block, run away and hide your child
Fråndish clambers back in, the pimp who's king in town

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