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  • Min jojo
  • Hallå du gamle indian
  • Mulliga gulliga Ann-Katrin
  • Vi har så mycket att säga varandra
  • Kors i jösse namn
  • Robot Romeo
  • Siste Mohikanen
  • Skateboard
  • Daddy Cool
  • From A Jack To A King
  • Att Skiljas Är Att Dö Lite Grann
  • Bara femton år
  • Puff The Magic Dragon
  • Nina fina ballerina
  • Let's Twist Again
  • Bingo-Kerstin
  • Den stora dagen
  • Dardanella
  • Kom i min famn
  • Ti Amo
  • Simon Says
  • Nina och Marina
  • Dear One
  • Hörru Rut
  • Maria
  • Stand Up
  • Tell Her
  • Igen och igen
  • De' e' dans i parken i kväll
  • Nyanser
  • Ginny come lately
  • Det har du rätt i
  • Gör Nåt Av Ditt Liv
  • Min Jojo (Slipsfittan's Raving in The Folkets Park Edit)
  • Sköna höst
  • Under vår sol
  • The Gambler
  • Honolulu väntar på mig
  • Do You Wanna Dance
  • Det ding dong bultar och ringer
  • Låt mej lära känna dej
  • Bingo Kerstin
  • Söndag Min Lediga Dag
  • Bli min gäst
  • En hägring
  • om du går nu
  • Söndag
  • Hjalmar Bergström
  • Shirley
  • För sjuttio år sen

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From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up
All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
So I go straight at opponents' heads with this anger
Always, 'cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)

The chopper got about fifty bullets
Ain't no way it's accidental when I spill 'em on you
I'm the realist in the biz, how you livin'?
Cause you can get it how you live
And while you livin', I'm a say my pull out game is so real
I still get rid of kids, now that's ill
The top of your head can fly of the top of convertibles
Ain't gon' really take no time to come through and murder you
I don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be the first to tell you that you lookin' at a superstar
My microphone and AK-47, that's my new guitar
I don't belong to you and I don't care who you are
Yeah, you sold a couple records, got a couple joints
Got a few Jordans, three, four pairs of Louboutins
That's besides the point like a shootin' guard
Nigga, I'm a rockstar

With whoopin' cough
(I am) sick, George Clooney wit' a Uzi
What kind of a movie star
Would hop out a movin' car just to prove he's hard?
"Fuck you doin', you retard?"
Should be put in a cast as soon as we start shootin', dog
You swear I knew where the Roofies are
The way I drug a bitch through the yard
Stuffed little Suzie in cardboard after wrappin' her nude and newly scarred
Body in waterproof tarp covered in roofin' tar
So what you so blunt for?
Did you fuckin' fall off, chump? Or did you jump?
Or did you just become bored with this?
You're slipping into a funk, I just become morbid
And more self-absorbed in my own world, everyone orbits
Pen at the table, I don't know when I'll be able to stop
Told you from the gate
One thought it generally takes and I'm off to the races
Wait, mentally stable, hold your fuckin' horses
There's nothin' more disgustin' an animal
I just got done snortin' the fuckin' bathroom soap
And the tannin' lotion
To unwarp this mind you gon' need some sort of an antidote
There's not a pill for bananas though
It's unfortunate, you got delusions of grandeur though
Actin' like you're Michelangelo with a fuckin' cordless
Bitch, I'm Shredder, so you better crawl back in your shell
Or run 'fore you get injured
A fuckin' Ninja Turtle wouldn't come toward us
Two joint forces, of course this is what blunt force is
Cause we'd smoke you on any joint
Bad and Evil's back, bitch
You might experience some shortness of breath
As you sit with your lungs punctured
Hear their motherfuckin' tears come pourin'
If I tell you once more, then you're done for
You're going to have to learn
How to fuckin' hear from a ruptured eardrum
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