[Intro]
Mic check, one, two, three, ho-ho
Ey Holmes, you think Albino can really rap, Holmes?
He gotta show it, yeah (eh-aye eh-eh-eh, aye)
[Verse 1]
I enter, people ask who it is
Motherfucker wrote a book and I'm writing history
It's not an itch, bitch, that's syphilis
You've got balls on your chin just like Peter Griffin, bitch
In the shower, looking for my dick
Combed my hair but I'm still in a clit
And momma said, "Knock you out"
Tax department makes no mistakes
I can rap, brother, yeah, you should be ashamed
You won't find Joost Klein in court rooms
The most capable, not eating bananas
The Zidine Zidane of spouting nonsеnse
Hold up, let me gеt it started
You went to Gymnasium, why are you acting so ********?
Bro, don't ask me anything
I'm just trying to listen to Tantu's beats, oof
[Bridge]
Damn, homie
He really went in though, that Albino boy
I think he needs to go harder though
What's happening? (Aye, ah)
[Verse 2]
There, the beast's awake
Make a fool of those poop rags
I'm that Frisian motherfucker, moss, I'm not from Rotterdam
Your men's men are severely overstressed
Sometimes I'll run without reason, breaking the rules
You guys are lowering the minimum income
Your existence, I forgot about it for a second
I had a show, and now I have 3k, 3k to spend
The reason for your L's in the past, I can't give it to you
Drink a glass of gin
From the window in the Beetle I yell: "Mama, I made it"
Yeah my dad, my dad was Darth Vader
My life is getting better, because Joost knows all
Without nonsense, it's quarter to seven
I'll make the room tremble or I'll make the room shake
Bitch, bitch welcome to Albino
The white Jandino with the shoes from Scapino
Bitch, bitch welcome to Albino
The white Jandino with the shoes from Scapino
[Outro]
Momma said, "Knock you out"
And momma said, momma said, aye
And momma said "Knock you out"