[Verse 1: Arvid Lundquist]
You maybe think that I'm a motherfucking douchebag
Maybe because you're so fucking unswag
No lie, your bitch lays in my bed, we're rolling up a fat one, she is hi-hi-high
And me too, wadadadang dang
Here comes my pistol and it goes bang-bang
Hey, you can read between the lines
I rap during the day, during the night bitches get slaped on their thighs
Just to highlight, dudes get mad but they overreact
Yeah, and I fucking nee more, I give you more than you can handle
Yeah, and I pour up a Elk Brew, maybe bеcause I feel so complacent
She lookеs like a young Agneta Fältskog, and she serves sandwiches with melted cheese
[Verse 2: Jesper Swärd]
In my armchair, baby you and me
Thought that we could play Mario Kart the whole day
SSB mega lan, baby I touch you but I'm just teasing
There's no action before we're done playing
Cars is fuled up
And I beat you and I live the whole year on the record I topped
This is something you don't have a chance at
Because I'm sharp and ready like a saw
Gliding nowhere without the gura like a phantom
Lights on, and I put you out like a fire brigade
In my little bag Elk Brew, Rum and Gin, I sit down in the armchair, and sleep in
Three young men, in a armchair
Three young men
[Verse 3: Penga' Per]
And I represent Royal Swedish Swager Society - RSSS
I'm a fresh prince from Saltsjöbaden who never parties
And by the way, should be punched in the face because I can never shut up
Have my dresscode and I follow it
Give me a beat and I fix the rest
Saltis lost son, Onkel Fester
Style is smooth like manchester
Or lotion, love lotion, feel my dick bitch it is really smooth
But still hard like a kidney stone, whatever I do its a success
This is Penga' Per plissken and you know
I always dress like 20 mill cash now