Lyrics of Leverpostejsrap - Pede B, DeublEe

Leverpostejsrap (original)

Skarpe Skud 3, har du ik hørt dem, skal du tjekke de andre
Jeg prøver hver gang bare gøre den næste skarpere
Musikken har ramt mig, som en af de mest enkle brancher
Vi klipper græsset ned så vi kan se de kvælerslanger
Det op af bakke det her spil, det ikke nemme etaper
Jeg prøver slå mit navn fast som med hæfteklammer
Men folk vil se beef, ligesom kjolen på Lady Gaga
Men jeg er altid i mit es, som Kasper Spez’s makker
Det her festen starter, i får det bedste fra mig
Jeg mesterhakker, rapper hårde end en hest den sparker
Det under-hunden, der tjener mere end de kendte rapper
Der ik' flytter sig en skid, Mc Bænkevarmer
Til mine lovlydige drenge, og dem der ik' har penge i banker
Der råber ost, når de ik' snakker om emmentaler
Mere end en Fight Night Emne-generator, fælden klapper
Det mord på dansegulvet, Sophie Ellis var der
De vil ha' Leverpostejsrap til deres lydbrød
De fatter ikke at det her game er liv og død
De tror stadig Pede B er vildt sød
Det gør mig aggressiv
Det gør mig ildrød
For det her game er hans levebrød
For mange folk er det lige den visse død
De kan pis ham af, men ik sluk hans glød
Han er i gang mester (vi så meget igang)
Går ind for fred, men er ikke et «Flower-Power» skvat
Du kan få på goddaw’en i nat af denne baggårds kat
Definitionen på «Rowdy-Rap»
Venstre hånd giver dig et hook, den højre giver dig en powernap
Nederlag er langvarrige, lykken er kort
Rapper der «namedropper» sprut de drikker, prøver for hårdt
Fucking freaks, vis du tror at det vigtigt at du går op i sneaks
Er du mere selvfornægtende end Flottefyr fra Sunny Beach
Så går det galt igen, når alle disse abemænd
Dummer sig for åbenskærm, som Line Baun Danielsen
De siger de har spillet om nok, som om de låser dem
Men det må være svært når deres nøgletal er skuffende
Stjernekaster, der leger «Super-Nova»
Der kort fra den rødeløber, til «Mads-Hardcore's» gule sofa
Trykker record, også forstår de det ornligt'
Det en blød snuff film, for jeg' er killing em' softly
Og så kan hver en vigtig Per, sige at Pede B
Har solgt ud, fordi han ikke spiller for tariffer mere
Lige nu går det godt, men har mit liv lært mig noget
Skal det nok snart gå ned igen, på en eller anden mærkelig måde'
Jakob, Frede, Sami, Jesper, og en masse venner
Siger jeg skal stress lidt mindre end mine organer svigter
Indebrændthed gør jeg skriver mine linjer
Hører Torrpedorr og drikker tæt for nedrullede gardiner
Vennerne fik mig til at genoptage psykolog besøg
Så det forhåbentligt stoppede mit selv rettede mordførsøg
Når ilden brænder i dig, og egentlig gir' dig nogen klø
Skal du så benytte det kreativt, eller lade lortet dø
Vi ender alle på et hospital, eller en skadestue
Hvor Gabriel fortæller at den her verden skal du forlade nu
Og den kan være svært at sluge
Som strip-poker med Mogens Camre
Selv hvis du vinder, så taber du
De vil ha' Leverpostejsrap til deres lydbrød
De fatter ikke at det her game er liv og død
De tror stadig Pede B er vildt sød
Det gør mig aggressiv
Det gør mig ildrød
For det her game er hans levebrød
For mange folk er det lige den visse død
De kan pis ham af, men ik sluk hans glød
Han er i gang mester (vi så meget igang)
Åhhh, Vi græder ikke over spildt mælk
Vi puffer weed, dropper rim, har det vildt skægt
De fleste rapper her i landet er vildt fake
Men de bliver rystet af min makker som en milkshake — X2
De vil ha' Leverpostejsrap til deres lydbrød
De fatter ikke at det her game er liv og død
De tror stadig Pede B er vildt sød
Det gør mig aggressiv
Det gør mig ildrød
For det her game er hans levebrød
For mange folk er det lige den visse død
De kan pis ham af, men ik sluk hans glød
Han er i gang mester (vi så meget igang)

(translation)

Sharp Shots 3, if you have not heard them, check the others
I try every time just to make the next one sharper
Music has struck me as one of the simplest industries
We cut the grass down so we can see the strangler snakes
It uphill this game, it not easy stages
I'm trying to spell my name like with staples
But people want to see beef, just like the dress on Lady Gaga
But I'm always in my ace, like Kasper Spez's partner
This party starts, you get the best from me
I master chop, rapping harder than a horse it kicks
The under-dog who earns more than the famous rappers
There's not a shit moving, Mc Bench Warmer
To my law-abiding boys, and those who do not have money in banks
Cheese shouts when they'm not talking about emmentaler
More than a Fight Night Topic generator, the trap claps
The murder on the dance floor, Sophie Ellis was there
They want liver pate rap for their sound bread
They do not understand that this game is life and death
They still think Pede B is wildly cute
It makes me aggressive
It makes me fiery red
For this game is his livelihood
For many people, it's just the certain death
They can piss him off, but do not extinguish his glow
He's a running champion (we saw a lot going on)
Advocates for peace, but is not a «Flower-Power» squat
You can get on the goddaw tonight of this backyard cat
The definition of "Rowdy-Rap"
The left hand gives you a hook, the right hand gives you a powernap
Defeats are long lasting, happiness is short
Rapper there «namedropper» booze they drink, trying too hard
Fucking freaks, show you think it's important that you go up in sneaks
Are you more self-denying than Flottefyr from Sunny Beach
Then it goes wrong again when all these monkey men
Stupid for open screen, like Line Baun Danielsen
They say they have played about enough, as if they are locking them up
But it must be difficult when their key figures are disappointing
Star thrower playing "Super-Nova"
There short from the red carpet, to "Mads-Hardcore's" yellow sofa
Pressing record, they also understand it properly '
It's a soft snuff movie, because I'm kitten em 'softly
And then each important Per, can say that Pede B
Has sold out because he does not play for tariffs anymore
Right now it's going well, but my life has taught me something
Should it probably go down again soon, in some strange way '
Jakob, Frede, Sami, Jesper, and a lot of friends
Says I need to stress a little less than my bodies fail
Burnout do I write my lines
Hear Torrpedorr and drink closely for rolled down curtains
The friends made me resume psychologist visits
So that hopefully stopped my self-directed assassination attempt
When the fire burns in you, and really gives you some itching
Should you then use it creatively, or let the shit die
We all end up in a hospital, or an emergency room
Where Gabriel tells you to leave this world now
And it can be hard to swallow
Like strip poker with Mogens Camre
Even if you win, you lose
They want liver pate rap for their sound bread
They do not understand that this game is life and death
They still think Pede B is wildly cute
It makes me aggressive
It makes me fiery red
For this game is his livelihood
For many people, it's just the certain death
They can piss him off, but do not extinguish his glow
He's a running champion (we saw a lot going on)
Ahhh, We do not cry over spilled milk
We puff weed, drop rhymes, have a wild time
Most rappers in this country are wildly fake
But they are shaken by my partner like a milkshake - X2
They want liver pate rap for their sound bread
They do not understand that this game is life and death
They still think Pede B is wildly cute
It makes me aggressive
It makes me fiery red
For this game is his livelihood
For many people, it's just the certain death
They can piss him off, but do not extinguish his glow
He's a running champion (we saw a lot going on)