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Up the box lyrics

Up the box lyrics

Yeah
Sparring 3 motherfuckers, give this to you
Ha, Oliver Otubanjo
And KIZ
Yeah
Motherfucker
Sparring 3

Banjo Banjo Banjo Banjo
Every time I'm on stage, everyone screams
Rambo Rambo Rambo Rambo
My concerts are not normal concerts, they are
Attack helicopter approaching at night
Dance pogo, move on, I'll jump off the edge of the stage
Blood, I'm sweating, throw up in the towel
Mom worries because they found bones on stage (yeah)
All motherfuckers want to party, Balla Balla
Elbow massacre, the tram to Hallawalla
No question about it, all of my punks want a hard edge
Chasing cops and then making anti-social rioting
You don't have a gun (ah ah)
I have a bazooka (yeah)
Gangsters piss me off
Like the sadomasochistic dominatrix from Santa Claus (aha)
I hate bloody toys because their rap breaks (yeah)
I can't see it anymore, I want a backpack again (yeah)
You fucked Savas his music, stupid pig
1-1-0, Where's Torch? When you need him (hey?)
I've always made my own soup
Don't know any other rappers and insult hookers
The rhymes from the United States are spitting
I'd rather hear the noises on the motorway, for an hour (ih)
This is not a rap concert (ah ah), this is an assassination attempt (jop)
This is: I got a cramp in my ass from shitting the world (yes)

Up the box (ah)
Up, up on the box (yes)
Up the box
Up, up on the box (yes)
Make de 'helicopter
Do the helicopter
Make de 'helicopter
Up the box (yes)

Who gives a shit about this world? (Aha)
I give a shit about this world! (Aha)
Who does what they like? (Aha)
I do what I like!
Up the box
Up, up on the box
come over

Spin it like a helicopter

Yeah, banjo banjo banjo banjo
Kill an air mattress, beat a bad rapper
Rambo Rambo Rambo Rambo
Chain a toy to the tram in bad weather
Box the gangster out of the suit
Go to your girlfriend and burn her fifty posters
Buy a boxing glove
Hit a rapper on the top of the skull with the toaster
All of my friends tonight have red eyes
A bathtub full of blood because everyone is pogo
Dance pogo, run amok, fry pigs
Build a fir tree against all the rules on Halloween
This ain't rap music (ah ah)
This is battle music (ah)
This is: Show your Nazi aunt your dick music (aha)
I have no rules (aha)
The only rule is (ah ah)
That rap is against his father's high school diploma
I've always only gone my own way
And keep insulting embarrassing rhyming girls
You're not rhyming girls, all right
Since you have wide-legged, bitter, shitting ladies
I'm the rightly record-shitting record maker
Rap war crimes, my rubbish-in-the-garden shit
Everyone fucks me up and they have to get out of the field
Do homework before you make a record
This is not a bla-bla-talk (ah ah) but a stop (aha)
Rap says: ouch, if I hit his head on the wall '(yeah)

Up the box (ah)
Up, up on the box (yes)
Up the box
Up, up on the box (yes)
Make the helicopter
Do the helicopter
Make de 'helicopter
Up the box (yes)

Who gives a shit about this world? (Aha)
I give a shit about this world! (Aha)
Who does what they like? (Aha)
I do what I like!
Up the box
Up, up on the box
come over

Spin it like a helicopte

Maxim K.I.Z., CEO Royalbunker Switzerland
You're a star signing on grandma's tits (wooh)
I can dance nonstop, homie, I wear diapers
We hang out in the darkroom, your mom farts so I can find the asshole
I give a fuck about rap, I make my cash as a testicle double
And stuff all three holes like you were a bowling ball
Do the helicopter
KIZ and Otubanjo
Cartoon Soundtrack High Speed ​​Rhymin Coco Jambo

Tarek Tarek Tarek Tarek
Poops in your stroller your mom wants one
Assfucking assfucking assfucking assfucking
And she can have it, get her internal organs
Panic panic panic panic
I'll take the chainsaw and give it a new one
Haircut haircut haircut haircut (growl growl growl)
Cordon Sport is now being hung in the shop window in your village
Egon and Jürgen have recently started speaking with a foreign accent
That is close to the border, like the European Union
You put them all in your mouth, it's the pelican syndrome (hooker)

KIZ and Olli elbow bandaged
I like housewives who bread my cock
Tie my penis on my back and I'll fuck her anyway
She is horny and she gives me an engagement cockring
Don't ask yourself why is anybody getting harder?
Don't ask yourself why is Nico KIZ a gardener?
Now your wife will shop briefly every half an hour
Comes back in 10 minutes and is dry as a cake
And more shit fits into your wife
As in the stomach of the wolf with the seven little goats
She drank a lot
Both elbows open
But I still shoo your old woman up on the box

Up the box (ah)
Up, up on the box (yes)
Up the box
Up, up on the box (yes)
Make de 'helicopter
Do the helicopter
Make the helicopter
Up the box (yes)

Who gives a shit about this world? (Aha)
I give a shit about this world! (Aha)
Who does what they like? (Aha)
I do what I like!
Up the box
Up, up on the box
come over

Helicopter, helicopter, copter, copter, helicopter, copter, copter, helicopter
Hel, hel, hel, hel, helicopter

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