Lyrics of Beskidte Kneb - Balthasar

Beskidte Kneb (original)

Jeg snyder lige så snart jeg kan komme til
I skat i skolen i banken i bussen og i spil
Og lyver selvfølgelig, hvorfor fanden sku' jeg ik' gøre det
Er freestyle-rapper, så det' mest om min pikstørrelse
Men, nogle af dem, man snyder kommer igen
Det virker slemt, men hvis man har talent, kan man nemt
Vende situationen til en chance
For at snyde de ignorante fuck-hoveder en gang til
Husk den gyldne regel: slip alle af dig
Og lad ikke politi eller Gud — men fanden tag dig
Man kan altid lige hustle sig en halvtredser
Hvad sku' der dog være galt med det hvis alle nasser
Hva' så så' vi på vejen igen, løber fra regningen
Køber nogle Heiniken men ikke for vores egne penge
Princippet er, at der ingen principper er
Der' kun beskidte kneb og alle de ting de indebærer
Hold på hat og briller, pat og baller
Hva' så skatter, lad mig lige få lov
At tag' det af det
Alt tæller, alt gælder når vi anvender de beskidte kneb
Hold på hat og briller, pat og baller
Hva så skatter, lad mig lige få lov
At tag' det af det
Alt tæller, alt gælder når vi anvender de beskidte kneb
Jeg gør hvad det passer mig, født som en fupmager
Pakker din biks, napper dit slips med et snuptag og
Jeg bestemmer hvad du kan undvære
Du ser mig rippe dig fra det du har, det' aldrig slået fejl før
Hvorfor betale når man kan liste ind ad bagdørren
Jeg stikker næbet ned i alt som en havørn
Yo, babes i min store seng
Efter jeg har løjet, lallet rundt og givet drinks med matador-penge
Pas på alle de kort du har
Går i lommen på dig det kan jeg ik' bortforklare, ohh
Lad være at tro at du kan gemme bag i badekåben
Af med låsen og fem frækkerter i i kagedåsen
Fat i skuffen — alle ting med værdi
Fuck hvilket fedtefad jeg får fingrene i
Jeg' en svindler fordi du ik' ka' hindre mig i
At gøre hvad det passer mig, Mund de Carlo og Balthasar
Hold på hat og briller, pat og baller
Hva' så skatter, lad mig lige få lov
At tag' det af det
Alt tæller, alt gælder når vi anvender de beskidte kneb
Hold på hat og briller, pat og baller
Hva så skatter, lad mig lige få lov
At tag' det af det
Alt tæller, alt gælder når vi anvender de beskidte kneb
Du' et produkt i min' øjne
Så jeg stjæler dig og sælger dig og får penge for dig som hælervarer
Vælger bare at spæne fra
En mand der, ikke fatter at jeg lige har snuppet alle hans kontanter
Jeg har hans bulgur i vommen, hans guldur i lommen
Og rygsækken fuld af diamanter
Problemet er at han er panser
Men tænker ik' over problemerne der nu burde komme
Yo, skulle man ik', skulle man ik', stik'
Af fra en taxa hvis man ku slip' med det
Og burde man ik', kunne man ik' slå klik
Og true penge ud af folk bare for glæden ved det
Du fatter det ik', vi bruger beskidte kneb
Grabber dit shit, uden at blive set
Pas på din' ting, rapper som ingen andre, behandler dig skidt
Dit kan hurtigt blive mit, vi ka' ik' holde nalderne væk
Hold på hat og briller, pat og baller
Hva' så skatter, lad mig lige få lov
At tag' det af det
Alt tæller, alt gælder når vi anvender de beskidte kneb
Hold på hat og briller, pat og baller
Hva så skatter, lad mig lige få lov

(translation)

I cheat as soon as I can get to
In tax at school in the bank on the bus and in games
And of course lying, why the hell didn't I?
Am a freestyle rapper, so it's mostly about my dick size
But, some of those cheated come back
It seems bad, but if you have talent, you can easily
Turn the situation into an opportunity
To fool the ignorant fuckheads one more time
Remember the golden rule: get everyone off of you
And don't let the police or God — but the hell take you
You can always just hustle a fifty
But what's wrong with it if everyone's wet
What' so we saw on the road again, running from the bill
Buy some Heiniken but not with our own money
The principle is that there are no principles
There's only dirty tricks and all the things they entail
Hold on to your hat and glasses, pat and balls
What's up darling, just let me have it
To take it from it
Everything counts, everything counts when we use the dirty tricks
Hold on to your hat and glasses, pat and balls
What the fuck, let me have it
To take it from it
Everything counts, everything counts when we use the dirty tricks
I do what suits me, born a fraudster
Packs your bix, grabs your tie with a snap and
I decide what you can do without
You see me rip you from what you've got, it's never failed before
Why pay when you can slip in through the back door
I stick my beak into everything like a sea eagle
Yo, babes in my big bed
After I lied, fooled around and gave drinks with matador money
Take care of all the cards you have
Goes in your pocket, I can't explain it, ohh
Don't think you can hide behind the bathrobe
Off with the lock and five brats in the cookie tin
Grab the drawer — all things of value
Fuck what a fat dish I get my hands on
I'm a fraud because you can't stop me
To do as I please, Mund de Carlo and Balthasar
Hold on to your hat and glasses, pat and balls
What's up darling, just let me have it
To take it from it
Everything counts, everything counts when we use the dirty tricks
Hold on to your hat and glasses, pat and balls
What the fuck, let me have it
To take it from it
Everything counts, everything counts when we use the dirty tricks
You're a product in my eyes
So I steal you and sell you and get money for you as heels
Just choosing to unplug
A man there, not realizing that I just grabbed all his cash
I have his bulgur in my stomach, his gold watch in my pocket
And the backpack full of diamonds
The problem is that he is armored
But I don't think about the problems that should come
Yo, should you ik', should you ik', stick'
From a taxi if you can't get away with it
And if you shouldn't, you couldn't click
And threaten money out of people just for the joy of it
You don't get it, we use dirty tricks
Grabbing your shit without being seen
Take care of your stuff, rap like no one else, treat you bad
Yours can quickly become mine, we can't keep the nalders away
Hold on to your hat and glasses, pat and balls
What's up darling, just let me have it
To take it from it
Everything counts, everything counts when we use the dirty tricks
Hold on to your hat and glasses, pat and balls
What the fuck, let me have it