Lyrics Super Smash Bros - Bankmenn, Dreamon, Zeps

Super Smash Bros

You like fucking hip hop
Well guess what, we got a couple of fucking MC’s for you
We’ve got fucking Lars Rubix
We’ve got M. O
We’ve got Phats Tha Physician
We’ve got Dreamon
We’ve got fucking ZEPS, he’s from Brooklyn
That’s what the accent I’ve got going here
Listen, and what we do on the fucking mic
We smash it, we break things, we fucking go nuts
Throw tables, fucking break glasses
Fucking pick people in the fucking face
Aah, motherfucker
Bankmenn, Norway, Brooklyn, woah
Yeah, hei la meg slippe til
Så skal jeg rippe denne beaten som det er ingenting
Du kjenner stilen min, kingpin, chinge-ling
Pinky ring på lillefingeren min
Så kom å heng på den vingen min
Haters er pissed, Bimmelim
Vi smasher det, vi krasjer det
Får cash’a man, og trasher det
Jeg er stjerna her, jeg er Merca man
Ikke han du vil herse med
On Point som en en?
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Det er BLP så jeg cash’er mer
Fra Brooklyn til Oslo og back again
En national smash again
I just wanna know where the cheese at
Paper boy, that green stacks
I don’t really smoke but my niggas do
So they wanna know where the fuck the weed’s at
I’m super, I’m dynamite, looking for a chick with China eyes
When the time is right, I’mma lay her down
I’m the number one player now
Team Dreamon and it seem that my CD playing now
But still she the one that really wanna take a bow, get it?
If not, you ain’t supposed to sweat it
I’m just talking a little about my Asian fetish
Girl, I don’t really wanna make it easy
A freak in the bed, what it takes to please me
She’s getting wetter but you’re begging to teach me
Hit her down and I’m really appreciating her deeply
Smashing it, smashing it
Haters they ain’t having it
They mad cause we smashing it
They hating cause we talented
We smashing it, smashing it
Haters they ain’t having it
They mad cause we smashing it
Show y’all what a classic is
We-we smash-smash
Smashing it
We-we-we smash, smash
Homie we be smashing it
We-we smash-smash
Smashing it
We-we-we smash, smash
Show y’all what a classic is
Gjør bare min greie
Kommer ikke til å velge noen blindveier
For det er min tur
Hiver sidemannen ut vindu, blir ikke din seier
Eller mitt tap
Mange folk leker harde og er cheesy på bunn, pizza
Ser på damene sånn, vil du, bli med meg
Bare gi meg en grunn, QuickStart (vroom)
Har en alltid vært en business
Så er ikke back in business
Gi meg piker og billig green og papir
Har ikke tid til noen wack’e bitches
Ta et hint, bare gi deg
Sipper fordi jeg, stikker forbi deg
Holder hodet kaldt, for alltid
Som denne vinteren forblir her
Hit them with the one, two, three
Tote guns for free, no one but me
Just come through see, five dope MC’s
Minds focused b', I know they see
We supposed to be, from coast to key
Rappers that roast your overies
You know it’s me, hood poetry
Please let’s have a toast for me
Got groceries with loads of cheese
Best vocally, iced Rosarys
I’m rolling deep in a stolen jeep
We smoking cheech, just flow with me
Motherfuckers better hear when I say
Chilling with my niggas and they cheer when I slay
Kick you in the nuts, yelling have a nice day
Smash my mic’s then my bitches they might stay
You know I be rolling spliffs
Ain’t nobody cold as this
Eskimo, bless the flow
These cats are Corny Flakes I’m Golden Crisp
And we holding this
Down with the sound and you clowns
Gonna meet the ring master
Listen to the lyrics I’m killing I bring faster
Wing snapper, if you think you fly, nei, I
Do this and I don’t even try, my
Music will float to the sky why
You bitches all gonna cry, fry
Rappers just like potatoes
Never slacking, stacking pesos
Case closed, break dro, hate no