Yes, yes, yes!
Verse 1:
Who is yes? They call me Lex Luthor
Oh who is found in your bed next to a horse's hood
Godfather Fronda now greet the ex-bride
You have been warned, now the skeleton will be broken
Abstract , night black, attack
I leave the whole damn industry in checkmate
Haughtiness, I come with a snowplow
The man you are useless as a supporting word,
Moves with a goal drink carried
Famous, they leave the whole of Sweden with whiplash
So shake your skull and forget your bullshit
Your style is uphill like ski lifts
In spike seats but you didn't miss a beat
Water over your hood like an attack diver (hahaha)
Who owes you thieves
Your career has gone into the wall like spray jets
Chorus:
If you get into trouble on the street, the club shakes, Swedish hip-hop has got the king to wake up
Fronda the man yes you will see it, the only damn player who keeps the paper clip down
If you get into trouble on the street the club shakes, Swedish hip-hop has made the king wake up
Fronda the man yes you will see it, the only fucking player holding down the paper clip
A fat register, rapping till the lip bursts
Try better mister you fucking besserwisser
Stretching the ankle and grabbing the mic
Sure as hell we applaud when Petter stabs
Oh leave the stage to us future promises
Who are you going to scare with that man pig voice
Floating on a string beat with quacked violins
We are withdrawn as loaded guns
Until we explode in your face PLOW
Italiano, we know he ??? ???
Wine? Wine? Damn, I'd rather drink shots
You're not as fat anymore, like Mizzy Elliott
Start critiquing, all my lines
I give you black and white, just like a Dalmatian
It are cold times you know you kicked shit
Hit through anytime like unmixed beats
Chorus
Verse 2:
A bomb player, listen what they say,
Them cold me shit, I'm more like a container (ha!)
I collect for the Swedish trash scene
Burn it up, make it hot, solve this problem
Laughing, that's why I super to
When rappers get props for their Christmas rhymes
Completely without skills, the man you are exposed
Speak delivery, some have swallowed the tongue
Turning up the heat, a daring "Hin-hole"< br/>Which is tougher than the man of steel's leotards
Ace up the sleeve? Damn I'm on my chest
I'm exciting, now, my muscles are cracking
How can you think your style still lasts?
It dies anytime, like convicted rapists
In the prison, right and left like slalom
You have to see everything from two sides like Janos
Chorus

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