Super Smash Bros

[Intro: ZEPS] Listen, you like road-ride music 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 [Verse 1: Lars Rubix] 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 ? idè Det er BLP så jeg cash'er mer Fra Brooklyn til Oslo og back again En national smash again [Verse 2: Dreamon] 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 [Hook: Dreamon] 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 [Verse 3: M.O.] 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 [Verse 4: Phats Tha Physician] 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 [Hook] [Verse 5: ZEPS] 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 [Break] [Hook]