Yes, yes
For the last time as the meal of
God's son and his disciples
I empty my head like a postman's mailbox
Bust over the beats by Dippy
(Delic)
For running around types who throw shit over us
(Ah that's not too bad, that's not too bad)
Okay, then for loose feelings, on -sodemiteren
Sometimes you're too deep in trouble
(Shit)
Or in the Sickness Benefits Act, Bob Oscar Petersen
Stop worrying
It keeps me healthy as an oscillococcinum and so I drop it
(Let go)
Sail through the cosmos
Pay at all costs
(Save)
No one is really rock solid anyway
Although we come close, suddenly with new raps
Constantly stable raps
What is it here, a molehill or an ant nest
Take a look and you'll see it
Don't get stuck on nederhop
Take it from the man who sold CDs like scratch cards
Go in and eat it, do it, do it
Never lost, Never lost, Never lost
Osewiesewo it is
Duckweed as if lying loose in the ditch or rolling
Lying in the mud with piglets
Introduce me differently
Not thinking what they want
Cheated like fake pills at a house party
Rappers without ecstasy, no kick
I'm like Viagra for my mates with chicks
For holes maybe
Ey yo, I don't know that rapper , I'm knocking
That's not me STOP him like his brakes
Those pins that put the flow cruelly on [unverified] selective
Eredivisie digging like a goalkeeper defending, moving like yoga
Breaks under that toga satisfying, believe it, checkit
Words are like Babel in the East
Sipping like an AA because I keep promoting my shit
Drink it, tax freedom on collaboration
Prayer to stop spinning in those spaces
Yesterday I played hide and seek and tag
I ate a plate of poffertjes and played a game of marbles
I now share it, verbally and in writing< br/>Thunder and lightning flash in the cosmos, damn it
After the sport I eat a
Portion of bickering and exchange words with Jews
Muslims or Christians
(Point it out op)
Just in the nick of time
I don't exchange my substance on hotmail from the internet
Highly developed technological means
And so many portions of mushrooms they hallucinate me
I reach higher spheres, I swear to you
Toothpicks are like cock-tail sticks
Still I jump over obstacles
I also want a steady girlfriend, someday, soon, some children< br/>Don't stop dribbling
I can start before starting a family
Reduce my whiskey malt
And, stop with slippers
Like a headless rooster behind strumming chickens
What's wrong, stinkpif, wa-wa-what's wrong, stinkpuff
You don't get anything in return, ey
Delic, delic!, on to that next beat
Just press something, control alt delete

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS