Hva’ med dig selv? (Terkel i Knibe)

"Hva’ med dig selv?" is a song in Terkel i Knibe.

Shortened version

 * Singers: Anders Matthesen

Hva' med dig selv, der, du' da bare en taber Kalder du mig for dyreplager, tøsedreng og efteraber? Årh yeah, så så man lige dig selv - du' da nok en ogginok Helt ærligt, du' totalt for klam, alligevelsagtig Så kom an(ton), hvis du tørklæde, dit lange sokkehyl For dine bukser flagrer, når jeg gi'r dig stokkeprygl Og en sko lige i måsen Jeg losser din mor hårdt i skridtet, råber: "Alle ud af dåsen" Dem, der ligger på jorden, må man træde på Og dem, der hvisker, de lyver, hvis ikk' de hvisker, jeg er rå Min kæft har ingen holdeplads, spasser, vær på vagt Og hvis der' mere med dig, så bli'r det sagt
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For det, man siger, er man selv (Hvad?) Det står i aktuel' (Hvad?), at du er en flødekaramel (Ahh) Så bytte-bytte købmand og klappe-klappe kage Send den videre, prutskid, men aldrig tilbage (Hva' med dig selv?) Det, man siger, er man selv (Hvad?) Det står i aktuel' (Hvad?), at du er en flødekaramel (Ahh) Så bytte-bytte købmand og klappe-klappe kage Send den videre, men aldrig tilbage

Dellefryd, kom igen Din mor hun er for gavmild, din far er 10 forskellige mænd Og min far han ka' tæve hver og én af dem Og hvis du tror, at helle gælder, må du heller' skynde dig hjem Du gi'r mig spejl, når jeg disser dig, men jeg er hooked på At slappe dig med trumf - dobbeltspejl med dug på Én-to-tre-krone for mig, se, jeg vandt Du' en pikantilope og en røvfirkant Og det var dig der started', men mig der slutter lortet af Jeg kaster dig rundt som karameller sidste skoledag Du lagde op til duel, nu' du selv blevet ødelagt Der bli'r ikk' mer' med dig, men hvis der gør Så bli'r det motherfucking sagt til de voksne, biatch What about yourself, there, you're just a loser Are you calling me animal abuser, sissy boy and impersonator? Oh yeah, then you saw yourself - you're probably an ogginok Honestly, you're totally too stupid, anyway Then come on(ton), if you scarf, your long sock howl Because your pants flutter when I cane you And a shoe right in the gullet I unload your mother hard in the crotch, shout: "Everybody out of the can" Those that lie on the ground must be stepped on And those who whisper, they lie, if they don't whisper, I'm raw My jaw has no place to stop, stroll, be on guard And if there is more with you, then it will be said
 * -|Translation=

Because what you say, you are (What?) It says in current' (What?) that you are a toffee (Ahh) So trade-trade grocery and pat-pat cake Pass it on, fart, but never back (What about yourself?) What you say is yourself (What?) It says in current' (What?) that you are a toffee (Ahh) So trade-trade grocery and pat-pat cake Forward it, but never back

Dellefryd, come again Your mother she is too generous, your father is 10 different men And my father he can beat every one of them And if you think hell applies, you'd better hurry home You give me a mirror when I diss you, but I'm hooked Relaxing with a trump card - double mirror with tablecloth One-two-three-crown for me, look, I won You're a piquant antelope and an ass square And it was you who started', but me who ends the shit I throw you around like caramels on the last day of school You set out to duel, now you yourself have been destroyed There won't be any more with you, but if it does Then motherfucking be said to the adults, biatch

Extended version
Hva' med dig selv, der, du' da bare en taber Kalder du mig for dyreplager, tøsedreng og efteraber? Årh yeah, så så man lige dig selv - du' da nok en ogginok Helt ærligt, du' totalt for klam, alligevelsagtig Så kom an(ton), hvis du tørklæde, dit lange sokkehyl For dine bukser flagrer, når jeg gi'r dig stokkeprygl Og en sko lige i måsen Jeg losser din mor hårdt i skridtet, råber: "Alle ud af dåsen" Dem, der ligger på jorden, må man træde på Og dem, der hvisker, de lyver, hvis ikk' de hvisker, jeg er rå Min kæft har ingen holdeplads, spasser, vær på vagt Og hvis der' mere med dig, så bli'r det sagt
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For det, man siger, er man selv (Hvad?) Det står i aktuel' (Hvad?), at du er en flødekaramel (Ahh) Så bytte-bytte købmand og klappe-klappe kage Send den videre, prutskid, men aldrig tilbage (Hva' med dig selv?) Det, man siger, er man selv (Hvad?) Det står i aktuel' (Hvad?), at du er en flødekaramel (Ahh) Så bytte-bytte købmand og klappe-klappe kage Send den videre, men aldrig tilbage

Hva' med dig selv? Tror du, du' noget særligt? Du ligner en røvfuld, der ikk' er tæsket ordentlig færdigt Du' lige så trist som den sidste dreng på Rød Stue, der altid venter Hvor bli'r din mor af? Du' da vist en selvhenter Fnat, du er den mand, fuck, hvor er du rusten Dit snørebånd er gået op, ha, så glor osten Du' en dengse, en sladderhank, en duks Og du får hyben ned af ryggen og rockwool i dine allerbedste underbukser Jeg melder krig mod din røv, så forsvar dig Jeg' kun tre skridt og en snotklat fra dig Du' en hare, der gemmer dig, du glemmer bare, jeg er på jagt Og hvis der' mere med dig, så bli'r sagt

For det, man siger, er man selv (Hvad?) Det står i aktuel' (Hvad?), at du er en flødekaramel (Ahh) Så bytte-bytte købmand og klappe-klappe kage Send den videre, prutskid, men aldrig tilbage (Hva' med dig selv?) Det, man siger, er man selv (Hvad?) Det står i aktuel' (Hvad?), at du er en flødekaramel (Ahh) Så bytte-bytte købmand og klappe-klappe kage Send den videre, men aldrig tilbage

Oh yeah, det bli'r sagt til din mor (Hva' med dig selv?) Det ved jeg godt, men (Hva' med dig selv?) Hva' med dig selv? (Hva' med dig selv?) Døh, min far har været i militæret Han har en tanks og en Balashnikov Og så har han ogs' en patronriffel (Hva' med dig selv?)

Dellefryd, kom igen Din mor hun er for gavmild, din far er 10 forskellige mænd Og min far han ka' tæve hver og én af dem Og hvis du tror, at helle gælder, må du heller' skynde dig hjem Du gi'r mig spejl, når jeg disser dig, men jeg er hooked på At slappe dig med trumf - dobbeltspejl med dug på Én-to-tre-krone for mig, se, jeg vandt Du' en pikantilope og en røvfirkant Og det var dig der started', men mig der slutter lortet af Jeg kaster dig rundt som karameller sidste skoledag Du lagde op til duel, nu' du selv blevet ødelagt Der bli'r ikk' mer' med dig, men hvis der gør Så bli'r det motherfucking sagt til de voksne, biatch

For det, man siger, er man selv (Hvad?) Det står i aktuel' (Hvad?), at du er en flødekaramel (Ahh) Så bytte-bytte købmand og klappe-klappe kage Send den videre, prutskid, men aldrig tilbage (Hva' med dig selv?) Det, man siger, er man selv (Hvad?) Det står i aktuel' (Hvad?), at du er en flødekaramel (Ahh) Så bytte-bytte købmand og klappe-klappe kage Send den videre, men aldrig tilbage (Hva' med dig selv?) For det, man siger, er man selv ''(Hvad?) Det står i aktuel' (Hvad?), at du er en flødekaramel (Ahh) Så bytte-bytte købmand og klappe-klappe kage Send den videre, prutskid, men aldrig tilbage (Hva' med dig selv?) Det, man siger, er man selv (Hvad?) Det står i aktuel' (Hvad?), at du er en flødekaramel (Ahh) Så bytte-bytte købmand og klappe-klappe kage Send den videre, men aldrig tilbage (Hva' med dig selv?) What about yourself, there, you're just a loser Are you calling me animal abuser, sissy boy and impersonator? Oh yeah, then you saw yourself - you're probably an ogginok Honestly, you're totally too stupid, anyway Then come on(ton), if you scarf, your long sock howl Because your pants flutter when I cane you And a shoe right in the gullet I unload your mother hard in the crotch, shout: "Everybody out of the can" Those that lie on the ground must be stepped on And those who whisper, they lie, if they don't whisper, I'm raw My jaw has no place to stop, stroll, be on guard And if there is more with you, then it will be said
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Because what you say, you are (What?) It says in current' (What?) that you are a toffee (Ahh) So trade-trade grocery and pat-pat cake Pass it on, fart, but never back (What about yourself?) What you say is yourself (What?) It says in current' (What?) that you are a toffee (Ahh) So trade-trade grocery and pat-pat cake Forward it, but never back

How about yourself? Do you think you' something special? You look like an ass who hasn't been beaten properly You're as sad as the last boy at Rød Stue, who is always waiting Where does your mother go? You must be a self-picker Scabies, you're the man, fuck, you're rusty Your shoelace has come undone, ha, so the cheese shines You're a slob, a gossip, a dux And you get the rose hips off your back and rockwool in your very best underpants I declare war on your ass, so defend yourself I'm only three steps and a snot from you You're a hare hiding, you just forget, I'm hunting And if there's more with you, let me know

Because what you say, you are (What?) It says in current' (What?) that you are a toffee (Ahh) So trade-trade grocery and pat-pat cake Pass it on, fart, but never back (What about yourself?) What you say is yourself (What?) It says in current' (What?) that you are a toffee (Ahh) So trade-trade grocery and pat-pat cake Forward it, but never back

Oh yeah, it'll be said to your mother (What about yourself?) I know that, but (What about yourself?) How about yourself? (How about yourself?) Oh, my father was in the military He has a tank and a Balashnikov And then he also has a cartridge rifle (What about yourself?)

Dellefryd, come again Your mother she is too generous, your father is 10 different men And my father he can beat every one of them And if you think hell applies, you'd better hurry home You give me a mirror when I diss you, but I'm hooked Relaxing with a trump card - double mirror with tablecloth One-two-three-crown for me, look, I won You're a piquant antelope and an ass square And it was you who started', but me who ends the shit I throw you around like caramels on the last day of school You set out to duel, now you yourself have been destroyed There won't be any more with you, but if it does Then motherfucking be said to the adults, biatch

Because what you say, you are (What?) It says in current' (What?) that you are a toffee (Ahh) So trade-trade grocery and pat-pat cake Pass it on, fart, but never back (What about yourself?) What you say is yourself (What?) It says in current' (What?) that you are a toffee (Ahh) So trade-trade grocery and pat-pat cake Pass it on, but never back (What about yourself?) For what you say, you are yourself ''(What?) It says in current' (What?) that you are a toffee (Ahh) So trade-trade grocery and pat-pat cake Pass it on, fart, but never back (What about yourself?) What you say is yourself (What?) It says in current' (What?) that you are a toffee (Ahh) So trade-trade grocery and pat-pat cake Pass it on, but never back (What about yourself?)

Czech

 * Singers: Vojtěch Kotek

A co ty? Říkáš mi trouba, kdo jsi ty? Si srab, hafo hluku málo muziky. Se koukni na sebe, jsi jen zmetek. Strašná pomsta přírody za skleníkovej efekt. Máš defekt. Nedělej bubu, pšouku. Ti povídam. Posekam tě jako jarní louku. Stoupl sis zbytečně, hezky se zas posaď. Očeňuju snahu ale odsaď po pocať. Copak? Ztrácíš barvu? Tak neztrať hlavu, páč když jí najdu, víš kam ti jí narvu. Neser! Abys neviděl víc hvězdiček než v ten nejjasnější večer.
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Urazim ti hlavu a řeknu že máš babu. Jen kecáš jak Véna z hradu, z hladu. Jsi mimo a mimo to jsi mimino. Nemotej se mezi velký kluky, maj boty který neminou. Urazim ti hlavu a řeknu že máš babu. Jen kecáš jak Véna z hradu, z hladu. Jsi mimo a mimo to jsi mimino. Nemotej se mezi velký kluky, dilino!

Tak co ty? Chceš snad utýct? No tos ulít. Jsi vážně ujetej. Muselo ti ujít, že ses nechal unýst. Navíc, myslíš že mě ba tě poslouchat? E e, naopak. Jsem už jak papiňák, jenom zapískat. Bejt počítač, asi bych spad, muset tuhle tlamu renderovat. A to je jedno s druhým. Někdo by se měl začít ptát, jak má tenhle biják vydělat. Krok tam, dva zpět, je to jednoduchej výpočet. Kotě, jsem král všech diskoték. Holky mě na potkání pouštěj do svejch kalhotek. Dabuje mě Vojtěch Kotek.

A vy dva! Vy hovada si vyhulte čůráky!! What about you? You call me oven, who are you? You srab, hafo noise, not enough music. Look at yourself, you're just scum. Nature's terrible revenge for the greenhouse effect. You have a defect. Don't make a fuss, bitch. I'm telling you. I will cut you down like a spring meadow. You got up unnecessarily, sit down nicely. I appreciate the effort, but hold off for a while. Why? Are you losing color? So don't lose your head if I find her, you know where I'll get her. Don't shit! So you don't see more stars than on the clearest evening.
 * -|Translation=

I'll hit your head and say you're a bitch. You're just talking like Véna from the castle, from hunger. You are out and out baby. Don't mess around with the big boys have shoes that don't slip. I'll hit your head and say you're a bitch. You're just talking like Véna from the castle, from hunger. You are out and out baby. Don't mess around with the big boys, dilina!

So what about you? Do you want to run away? Well, pour it. You are really taken. You must have missed it that you got carried away. In addition, do you think you should listen to me? Well, on the contrary. I'm already like a daddy, just whistle. If I were a computer, I'd probably fall have to render this mouth. And that's one with the other. Someone should start asking how this thug is supposed to make money. One step there, two back, it's a simple calculation. Baby, I'm the king of all discos. Girls, let me in your panties on a date. I am dubbed by Vojtěch Kotek.

And you two! You bastard, take your piss!!

Dutch



 * Singers: ?

English (United Kingdom)

 * Singers: Adrian Edmondson

Look at yourself now, You're the wrong flavour! Taking a tip in hip hip from the animal abuser, Oh yeah! you better check yourself! You're the hicky dicky fool! Get your act together with a lesson from the man! Here I Am, They call me Terkel! And i'm a miracle! Crawl in my shadow when I'm standing here infront of you! Kung Fu in action, I'll Take your mama out, Bitch slapping, till she's screaming satisfaciton!
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Taking a fool down on the ground, or maybe funk a dumbass punk until his head spins round! You're begging me for mercy, Tough shit, I'm all out of it! And you say a word, you get shot.

So look at your goddamn self! It's written on the wall, This is your wake up call! Your fingers on the trigger, A Simple situation! The word is out now, There's nothing to say! Look at your goddamn self! It's written on the wall, This is your wake up call! Your fingers on the trigger, A Simple situation! The word is out now, There's nothing to say! I am your nightmare, man!

You're family is getting dissed! Your mommy is a cow, and your daddy's on the wanted list! My Uncle Stewart will chew you up and spit you out! You're gonna know what pain is all about! You don't listen when i'm dissing you! You need a good bitch slapping up good till you take another look! 1, 2, 3, take it from me! See, You're thinking you're a stud, well, i'm gonna make you shit yourself! You were dumb to start this, It's me who's gonna finish it! Tougher than you think and I'm dishing out the punishment! Straight down to hell, Listen well!

This is a lesson to remember If you mess with me! I'll make it clear, I'll tell my mother, My father, And my teacher about it, Bitch!!

German



 * Singers: Bela B.

Hungarian

 * Singers: Olivér Nacsa

Beszari gyíkarc! A fejeden szar van! Bugyuta majmoló, akit mások le se nagyon szarnak! Ó yeah, Röhögj magadon! Tutyimutyi vadbarom! Jobb ha tartod a pofád! Úgyis hiába sír a szád! Elfutsz ha meglátsz! Hívod az anyukád! Ha seggbe rúglak rögtön telerakod a gatyád! Elszállsz, ha mondom! De beugrok a szádon és kikönyökölök a pislogódon! Szét (hiri-haraplak), mint nyuszika a répát! Játszod a nagyfiút ettől betojtam! Nem lépsz át! Mert szétverem a fejedet! A takony vág! Melletted a nyakadon! Úgy meg ütlek ám!
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Mer' aki engem kigúnyol, Az jobb ha elpucol, Felrúgom műholdnak! És agyba főbe verem! A felhúzod a vérem! Tűnés, húzz el, beárullak ám! Mer' aki engem kigúnyol, Az jobb ha elpucol, Felrúgom műholdnak! És agyba főbe verem! A felhúzod a vérem! Tűnés, húzz el, beárullak ám!

Rezeg a léc! Jól vigyázz hova lépsz! Az anyukád itt nem véd! Az apád meg hiába volt tíz! Ver a víz, öcsikém! Mer' az összes apádat lenyomja, felpofozza szétmorzsolja! Itt az apukám! Jobb ha szaladsz, mint a kisegér! A vég utolér! Az arcodba csap! Láthatod milyen kis pöcs vagy! Egy-két'-há', ennyi, és véged te tapló! Ha elcseszed fütyifej! A kocka popó! Az agyad pépes massza! Csak bugyután vigyorogsz! Ha szét nézel itt csupán! Most már kockán te forogsz! A pofát fogd be, mert úgy fejbe csaplak!

Mint ijesztő mókust a faág, És jól vigyázz, mert én hótziher, hogy beköplek te kis patkány!! Bessari lizard! You have shit on your head! He's a chubby monkey who isn't really taken for granted by others! Oh yeah, Laugh at yourself! Tutyimutyi wild beast! You better keep your mouth shut! It's no use crying anyway! You'll run away if you see me! Your mom is calling! If I kick your ass, you'll fill your pants right away! You leave when I tell you to! But I'll jump in your mouth and elbow out your blinker! Break it up like a bunny at a carrot! You're playing the big boy! You don't pass! Because I'll blow your head off! The snot cuts! Next to you on your neck! I'll kill you!
 * -|Translation=

Who mocks me, It's better to peel it off I'm kicking him as a satellite! And I'm going to beat him in the head! You draw my blood! Disappearance, pull away, I'll betray you! Who mocks me, It's better to peel it off I'm kicking him as a satellite! And I'm going to beat him in the head! You draw my blood! Disappearance, pull away, I'll betray you!

The bar is vibrating! Be careful where you step! Your mom doesn't protect you here! Your father was ten for nothing! Beat the water, little brother! He'll push all your fathers down, slap him and smash him to pieces! My dad is here! You better run than the little mouse! The end is catching up! It smacks you in the face! You can see what a little dick you are! One-two-huh, that's it, and you're done, you groper! If you screw up, you're a whistle-head! The cube is butt! Your brain is a mush! You're just grinning! If you just look around here! Now it's your turn! Shut your mouth, because I'm going to smack you in the head!

The tree branch is like a scary squirrel, And be careful, because I'm going to spit on you, you little rat!!

Italian



 * Singers: Simone D'Andrea

Mandarin
The song is undubbed from the original and subtitled.

Norwegian

 * Singers: Aksel Hennie

Å hva med deg sjæl hæ duh, lille støgge dverg hvis det var fett å være nerd så var du et fleskeberg hvis du vil teste meg så er det best for deg at du har helhjelm og skuddsikker vest på dæ fordi min kjeft den er som en luger og det skyter med skærpp på de som juger og du juger så jeg skyter deg snart sparker deg hardt som når de voksne slår for det er for seint å hjemme tryne sitt når boksen den går fordi alt som ligger på bakken kan man tråkke på og tror du at jeg stopper for en rotte som fortsatt bruker potte jah da tar du helt feil for nå har terkel fått nok og hvis du erter meg igjen så blir det bråk.
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For det man sier er man sjæl det er derfor du er et svært et svært jævla danglebær slå på ring slå på ring slå på hvem du vil jeg er så snill at jeg slæpper deg en gang til (Hva med deg sjæl) for det man sier er man sjæl det er derfor du er et svært jævla danglebær slå på ring slå på ring slå på hvem du vil så derfor slæpper jeg deg en gang til

morra di hun gjørhva som helst for spenn hun er så billig at din far er ti forskjellige menn. faren min han har maskingevær og skyter deg til bringebær gå hjem å se på faren din så veit du hva en pingle er. Åh bare speil meg når jeg disser deg jeg bare fiker deg med flathånd og speiler deg med dissa her en to tre ned på kne og be din sau du er en pikkantilope og en firkantræv og er du med på leken må du tåle steken din dust så la oss leke helikopter at du kræsjer og blir knust du ville ha en duell og nå har du sjøl blitt børna

Så nå vil jeg ikke høre mer fra deg og hvis jeg gjør det sier jeg motherfuckings fra til de voksne, biatch!! Oh what about you soul heh duh, little chubby dwarf if being a nerd was fat, you were a piece of shit if you want to test me then it is best for you that you have a full-face helmet and bulletproof vest on because my jaw it is like a luger and it shoots with sharpness on those who cheat and you cheat so I'll shoot you soon kicks you hard like when the adults hit because it's too late to stay home when the box goes because everything on the ground can be stepped on and do you think I'll stop for a rat that still uses the potty Yes, you are completely wrong because now Terkel has had enough and if you tease me again, there will be a row.
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Because what you say is a soul that's why you're a very, very damn dangleberry Turn On Ring Turn On Ring Turn on whoever you want I'm so kind that I'll let you go one more time (What about you soul) for what one says is one's soul that's why you're a damn dangleberry Turn On Ring Turn On Ring Turn on whoever you want so therefore I release you once more

your mother she does anything for fun she is so cheap that your father is ten different men. my father he has a machine gun and shoots you to raspberries go home and look at your father and you'll know what a pingle is. Oh just mirror me when I diss you I just fuck you flat handed and mirror you with these here one two three down on your knees and pray your sheep you are a pika antelope and a square fox and if you're in the game, you have to put up with your roast jerk so let's play helicopter that you crash and get crushed you wanted a duel and now you have become children yourself

So now I don't want to hear from you anymore and if I do I'll motherfucking tell the adults, biatch!!

Polish



 * Singers: ?

Russian (dub)



 * Singers: ?

Russian (voice-over)



 * Singers: ?

Swedish

 * Singers: Felix Herngren

Vem är du själv då du är bara bärfis som kallar mig för härmapa, djurplågare och jävla kärring, och ja Men kolla in dig själv poppar pocorn utan lock så inse du är helt jävla körd har missat tåget så kom an ifall du vågar din hjärna är helt död du pinkar säkert ner dig när du får en massa spö och en sko i din rumpa du vet vad jag gör med din mamma det finns inget jag kan sumpa de som ligger på marken får man stå på och de som viskar de ljuger om de inte viskar jag är rå min käft har ingen ändhållplats så va nu på din vakt och vill jag säga nå't mer så blir det sagt
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För den som sa't kan också va't ihop med lite mat vill jag ha ditt huvud på ett fat så skära, skära havre och baka, baka kaka sen skjuts in i ugnen och kom aldrig tillbaka (Vem är du själv) för den som sa't kan också va't ihop med lite mat vill jag ha ditt huvud på ett fat så skära, skära havre och baka, baka kaka in i ugnen och kom aldrig tillbaka (Vem är du själv)

Lille skit kom igen din morsa är för givmild din farsa flera olika män och min farsa kan spöa säkert fyra, fem och tror du vi kör schysta regler är det bäst du skyndar dig hem försök vara cool när jag dissar dig men om du vill kolla in dig själv så har du en spegel här å glo i en, två, tre kronor jag vann det är sant du är en kukskallig gnu med en rövfyrkant och det var du som börja men jag fick sista ordet ja, jag lajar med dig som med en fotboll på en sommar dag du ville ha en duell nu har du kastat in handduken nu snackar du inget mer

Men gör du det så ska jag motherfucking tjalla så du vet det, biatch!! Who are you then? you're just a slob calling me for impersonator, animal torturer and fucking bitch, and yes But check yourself Popping popcorn without a lid then realize you're completely screwed missed the train so come on if you dare your brain is completely dead you're sure to piss yourself off when you get a lot of rod and a shoe in your ass you know what i do with your mother there is nothing I can swamp those that are on the ground must be stood on and those who whisper lie if they don't whisper I'm raw my jaw has no end stop so now be on your guard and I want to say now't more so it is said
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Because whoever said it can also say it together with some food I want your head on a platter so cut, cut oats and bake, bake cake then pushed into the oven and never came back (Who are you yourself) because whoever said it can also say it together with some food I want your head on a platter so cut, cut oats and bake, bake cake into the oven and never came back (Who are you yourself)

Little shit come again your mother is too generous your father several different men and my dad can cast probably four, five and do you think we follow decent rules you better hurry home try to be cool when i diss you but if you want check yourself out so you have a mirror here to look into one, two, three crowns I won, it's true you are a bald wildebeest with an ass square and it was you who started it but I got the last word yes, i'm kidding you like with a football on a summer day you wanted a duel now you have thrown in the towel now you don't talk anymore

But if you do, I'll motherfuck you so you know it, biatch!!

Ukrainian

 * Singers: TNMK

Хто ти такий? Ти, сучий сину, звик до того, що окрім тебе нема Бога, Що окрім тебе геть нікого. Тому, дурепо сраний, ти такий намаханий завжди, Твоя прищава пика дістала вже до крика. Остогидли твої стьоби, найтупішим до вподоби, Але все то тільки дим. Гадаєш, що крутий? Що твої факи стиль. Мені до дупи твої мухи. Напружся, блін, і слухай: Ти є ніхто і звать ніяк, чувак. Хто ти такий? Мені на це плювати. Тепер ти будеш знати, що ти – ніхто. І вже ніхто не знає точно на всі сто, Як цю істоту без пальто насправді звати.
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Ну, хто, ну, хто ти, блін, такий? Ти був і є ніким. Тобі прийшов кінець таки. Нікуди тікати, бо ти - ніхто, чувак, і звать ніяк. Треба звикати. Ну, хто ти, блін, такий? Ти був і є ніким. Тобі прийшов кінець таки. Нікуди тікати, бо ти - ніхто, чувак, і звать ніяк.

Хто ти такий? На себе подивись: мале, тупе і ніс кривий. Дивуюсь, як ще й досі ти на цій землі живий. Не довго ще тягти, бо скоро вже нарвешся ти На ніж, на кулю чи на СНІД – три кроки до мети. (Хто ти такий?) Дві руки, дві ноги, посередині - мозги. А, можливо, й не воно, а звичайне там ... Дівчата з тебе пруться, бо ти для них Конфуцій. Як курки біля урки аж несуться. Ну, кіно! Ти – хам і боягуз. Ти – недоношений Том Круз. І біля тебе всі такі ж, як твій найкращий друг. Закрий же свою пельку, смокчи ось карамельку, Та тільки не вдавись, дивись - Це каже тобі Теркель! Khto ty takyy? Ty, suchyy synu, zvyk do toho, shcho okrim tebe nema Boha, Shcho okrim tebe hetʹ nikoho. Tomu, durepo sranyy, ty takyy namakhanyy zavzhdy, Tvoya pryshchava pyka distala vzhe do kryka. Ostohydly tvoyi stʹoby, naytupishym do vpodoby, Ale vse to tilʹky dym. Hadayesh, shcho krutyy? Shcho tvoyi faky stylʹ. Meni do dupy tvoyi mukhy. Napruzhsya, blin, i slukhay: Ty ye nikhto i zvatʹ niyak, chuvak. Khto ty takyy? Meni na tse plyuvaty. Teper ty budesh znaty, shcho ty – nikhto. I vzhe nikhto ne znaye tochno na vsi sto, Yak tsyu istotu bez palʹto naspravdi zvaty.
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Nu, khto, nu, khto ty, blin, takyy? Ty buv i ye nikym. Tobi pryyshov kinetsʹ taky. Nikudy tikaty, bo ty - nikhto, chuvak, i zvatʹ niyak. Treba zvykaty. Nu, khto ty, blin, takyy? Ty buv i ye nikym. Tobi pryyshov kinetsʹ taky. Nikudy tikaty, bo ty - nikhto, chuvak, i zvatʹ niyak.

Khto ty takyy? Na sebe podyvysʹ: male, tupe i nis kryvyy. Dyvuyusʹ, yak shche y dosi ty na tsiy zemli zhyvyy. Ne dovho shche tyahty, bo skoro vzhe narveshsya ty Na nizh, na kulyu chy na SNID – try kroky do mety. (Khto ty takyy?) Dvi ruky, dvi nohy, poseredyni - moz·hy. A, mozhlyvo, y ne vono, a zvychayne tam ... Divchata z tebe prutʹsya, bo ty dlya nykh Konfutsiy. Yak kurky bilya urky azh nesutʹsya. Nu, kino! Ty – kham i boyahuz. Ty – nedonoshenyy Tom Kruz. I bilya tebe vsi taki zh, yak tviy naykrashchyy druh. Zakryy zhe svoyu pelʹku, smokchy osʹ karamelʹku, Ta tilʹky ne vdavysʹ, dyvysʹ - Tse kazhe tobi Terkelʹ! Who are you? You, son of a bitch, are used to the fact that there is no God but you, That there is no one but you. That's why, you stupid shit, you're always so flabbergasted, Your pimply peak has already reached the point of screaming. Disgust your jokes, the most stupid to like, But it's all just smoke. Think you're cool? What is your faky style. I hate your flies. Brace yourselves, dammit, and listen: You're nobody, dude. Who are you? I don't care about it. Now you will know that you are nobody. And no one knows for sure What is the real name of this creature without a coat.
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Well, who, well, who the hell are you? You were and are nobody. The end has come for you. There's nowhere to run, because you're nobody, dude, and you don't have a name. You have to get used to it. Well, who the hell are you? You were and are nobody. The end has come for you. There's nowhere to run, because you're nobody, dude, and you don't have a name.

Who are you? Look at yourself: small, dumb and crooked nose. I wonder how you are still alive on this earth. You don't have to drag for long, because soon you will run into it A knife, a bullet or AIDS - three steps to the goal. (Who are you?) Two arms, two legs, in the middle - brains. And maybe not that one, but the usual one there ... Girls avoid you because you are Confucius for them. Like chickens near the barnyard. Well, cinema! You are rude and a coward. You are a premature Tom Cruise. And everyone around you is like your best friend. Close your mouth, suck on the caramel, But don't try, look - This is what Terkel tells you!