Hva’ med dig selv? (Terkel i Knibe)

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

Danish[]

Shortened 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

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

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 dick 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

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

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.
Stoupnul sis zbytečně, hezky se zas posaď.
Oceňuju snahu ale odsaď  pocať.
Copak? Ztrácíš barvu? Tak neztrať hlavu,
páč když jí najdu, víš kam ti jí narvu.
Neser! Abys neviděl víc hvězdiček
než ten nejjasnější večer.

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 čůráka!!

What about you? You call me a fool, who are you?
You are a pussy, a lot of noise, no 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 back down nicely.
I appreciate the effort, but hold off for a while.
What is it? Are you losing color? Then don't lose your head,
cuz if I find it, you know where I will ram it into.
Don't fuck with me! So you won't see more stars
than on the clearest evening.

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

So what about you? Do you want to run away? Then try it.
You are really off-the-wall. You must have missed
that you got carried away. In addition,
do you think I enjoy listening to you?
Nuh-uh, on the contrary.
I'm already like a kettle, just whistle.
If I were a computer, I'd probably crash
having to render this mouth.
And that's one with the other. Someone should start
asking how this movie 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 their panties on the first date.
I am dubbed by Vojtěch Kotek.

And you two! You bastards can suck your dick off!!

Dutch[]

Singers: ?

Please provide Dutch lyrics if you can

English (United Kingdom)[]

Singers: Adrian Edmondson

Lyrics

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!

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!
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.

Please provide German lyrics if you can

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!

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!

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

Ok, ma tu cosa sei? Sei solo uno sfigato
Dici che torturo gli animali e sono un brutto cagasotto
Oh yeah, e tu lo sai chi sei, brutto rottinculo?
Con la faccia di cacca che fa vomitare
Vieni qua se c'hai le palle, sei così figo, no?
Ti caghi addosso perché temi che ti sfondo la faccia
Un calcio in bocca a te
E a tua madre che ti ha fatto tutto stupido e cagoso
Guarda che ti calpesto anche se strisci
E tutti dicono balle, tranne chi dice che sono un duro
Tu devi stare attento perché non mi tiro indietro
E sta tranquillo che ti sputo tutto in faccia

Chi lo dice sa di esserlo (Eh?)
C'è scritto sul giornale (Eh?) che uno sfigato sei (Ahh)
Cara-caramelle, e crosta-crostatina
Tu passale in avanti ma mai all'indietro
Chi lo dice sa di esserlo
C'è scritto sul giornale (Eh?) che uno sfigato sei (Ahh)
Cara-caramelle, e crosta-crostatina
Passa avanti ma mai all'indietro

Ce n'è ancora, senti un po'
Tua madre è generosa e tuo padre sono tutti questi qua
E mio papà? Ti assicuro che fa il culo a tutti
E se vuoi restare intero allora vai a nasconderti a letto
Tu mi dici "specchio riflette", ma ti distruggo
Guarda che sbiancata, super specchio riflettente
Un-due-tre, tutto per me, non ce n'è
Sei come un cazzo di gnu e c'hai il culo quadrato
Hai cominciato tu, ma l'ultima parola è mia
Ti faccio roteare come un frisbee e poi ti butto via
Tu volevi il duello, oh
Ti sei distrutto con le tue ma-mani, sai
Sai cosa c'è? Ti dico, me ne fotto
Sei solo un grande rompipalle

Ok, but what even are you? You're just a loser
You say I torture animals and I'm an ugly chickenshit
Oh yeah, and you wanna know who you are, ugly motherfucker?
With your nauseating poop-face
Come here if you got the balls, you're so cool, right?
You're shitting yourself because you're scared I'll bash your face in
A kick in the mouth to you
And to your mother that made you all stupid and shitty
Look, I'll step on you even if you crawl
And everyone's spouting bullshit, except those who say I'm a badass
You gotta watch out 'cause I don't back out
And, don't even worry about it, I'll spit everything in your face

They say it takes one to know one (Huh?)
It's written on the newspaper (Huh?) that you're a loser (Ohh)
Can-candies, and tar-tart
Hand them over, but never throw them back
They say it takes one to know one
It's written on the newspaper (Huh?) that you're a loser (Ohh)
Can-candy, and tar-tart
Hand them over, but never throw them back

There's more, listen up
Your mother is generous and your father is all of these guys
And my dad? I assure you he'll kick everyone's ass
And if you want to stay in one piece, go hide under your covers
You tell me "the mirror reflects", but I'll destroy you
Look how blinding, super reflective mirror
One-two-three, all for me, there is no more
You're like a fucking gnu and you have a square ass
You're the one who started it, but the final say is mine
I'll spin you like a frisbee and then throw you in the trash
You wanted a duel, oh
You destroyed yourself with your own ha-hands, y'know
You know what? Honest, I don't give a shit
You're just a huge pain in the ass

Mandarin[]

The song is undubbed from the original and subtitled.

Please provide Mandarin lyrics if you can

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.

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.

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: ?

Please provide Polish lyrics if you can

Russian (dub)[]

Singers: Мистер Малой (Mister Maloy)

Я сказал на себя посмотри!

Буяки-буяки! 

Нигель-Нигель, Саки-Саки - буки-буки, бяки-бяки, 
Лезьте в мусорные баки и танцуйте там сиртаки!
Нигель-Нигель, Саки-Саки, головою с печки бряки, 
Две козявки из клоаки, шалудивые собаки.
Нигель-Нигель, Саки-Саки, руки-ноги, бу и раки, 
Мимо кассы ваши ссаки, вы лохи и бедолаги!
Копрофаги в саркофаге, две больные мазафаки!
Нигель-Нигель, Саки-Саки, ща получите по сраке, 
Жопу вам порву на флаги, оборзели вы в атаке.
Нигель-Нигель, Саки-Саки, вместо мозгов шлаки-шлаки, 
Шизанутые макаки, малолетние маньяки!

Крики-крики, плаки-плак, буяки-буяки (буяки-буяки!), 
Вот теперь настал конец Нигелю и Саки (Нигелю и Саки)!
Крики-крики, плаки-плак, буяки-буяки (буяки-буяки!), 
Вот теперь настал конец Нигелю и Саки (Нигелю и Саки)!

Саки-Саки, Нигель-Нигель, быстро-быстро, цигель-цигель, 
Закрывайте рот на ригель, прощелыги, забулдыги!
Саки-Саки, Нигель-Нигель, не сбивайте с панталыки, 
Ща вам дам по кочерыге, криворукие ханыги!
Саки-Саки, Нигель-Нигель, фиги-фиги, миги-миги,
Шаромыги, костопыги, сразу видно, в крыше сдвиги!
РАЗ! ДВА! ТРИ! На себя вы посмотрите,
ХА-ХА-ХА, ваши лучшие граффити!
Саки-Саки, Нигель-Нигель, ваше место в низшей лиге,
Поверчу вас на мотыге, кину через карталыги.
Саки-Саки, Нигель-Нигель, чё вы как Тупак и Бигги?
Засажу по гланды ниппель, и тогда хана погибель!

Бросайте свои сиги, читайте лучше книги, держите мои фиги!

Ya skazal na sebya posmotri!

Buyaki-buyaki! 

Nigel'-Nigel', Saki-Saki - buki-buki, byaki-byaki, 
Lez'te v musorn·yye baki i tantsuyte tam sirtaki!
Nigel'-Nigel', Saki-Saki, golovoyu s pech'ki bryaki, 
Dve kozyavki iz kloaki, shaludiv·yye sobaki.
Nigel'-Nigel', Saki-Saki, ruki-nogi, bu i raki, 
Mimo kassy vashi ssaki, vy lokhi i bedolagi!
Koprofagi v sarkofage, dve bol'n·yye mazafaki!
Nigel'-Nigel', Saki-Saki, shcha poluchite po srake, 
Zhopu vam porvu na flagi, oborzeli vy v atake.
Nigel'-Nigel', Saki-Saki, vmesto mozgov shlaki-shlaki, 
Shizanut·yye makaki, maloletniye man'yaki!

Kriki-kriki, plaki-plak, buyaki-buyaki (buyaki-buyaki!), 
Vot teper' nastal konets Nigelyu i Saki (Nigelyu i Saki)!
Kriki-kriki, plaki-plak, buyaki-buyaki (buyaki-buyaki!), 
Vot teper' nastal konets Nigelyu i Saki (Nigelyu i Saki)!

Saki-Saki, Nigel'-Nigel', bystro-bystro, tsigel'-tsigel', 
Zakryvayte rot na rigel', proshchelygi, zabuldygi!
Saki-Saki, Nigel'-Nigel', ne sbivayte s pantalyki, 
Shcha vam dam po kocheryge, krivorukiye khanygi!
Saki-Saki, Nigel'-Nigel', figi-figi, migi-migi,
Sharomygi, kostopygi, srazu vidno, v kryshe sdvigi!
RAZ! DVA! TRI! Na sebya vy posmotrite,
KHA-KHA-KHA, vashi luchshiye graffiti!
Saki-Saki, Nigel'-Nigel', vashe mesto v nizshey lige,
Poverchu vas na motyge, kinu cherez kartalygi.
Saki-Saki, Nigel'-Nigel', chё vy kak Tupak i Biggy?
Zasazhu po glandy nippel', i togda khana pogibel'!

Brosayte svoi sigi, chitayte luchshe knigi, derzhite moi figi!

Russian (voice-over)[]

Singers: Anton Karpovsky

Please provide Russian lyrics if you can

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

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

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!!

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.

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.

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.

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!