Lyrics Konichiwa Bitches - Robyn

You wanna rumble in my jungle?
I'll take you on
Stampede your rump-a
And send you home
You wanna rumble in space?
I put my laser on stun
And on the North Pole
I'll ice you, son

You wanna thrilla in Manila
You'll be killer bee stung
Wanna taste of vanilla
Better watch your tongue

'Cause I'll hammer your toe
Like a pediatrician
Saw you in half
Like I'm a magician
Tear you down
Like I'm in demolition
Count you out
Like a mathematician

I'm so very hot that when I rob your mansion
You ain't call the cops, you call the fire-station

'Cause my flava so sweet
You'll be zoom, zoom, zoom
Don't even get me started
On my bada-boom-boom
One left, one right that's how I organize 'em
You know I fill my cups, no need to super-size 'em'
Right now you probably thinking how she get in them jeans
Well I'm gifted all natural and burstin' the seams

Uh huh, konichiwa bitches

Uh huh, uh huh, konichiwa bitches

Don't I look tasty like a French bon-bon
Even more sweeter than a cherry bomb
Coming with the postman like I'm a mail-bomb
Comin' in your mouth makes you say yum-yum

Hit the gong-gong, bring the sumos on
I'ma kick ass all the way to Hong Kong
Make their balls bounce like a game of ping-pong
Konichiwa bitches from Beijing to Saigon

Got nothing on me 'cause you know you so bum
Dom-didi-dom-didididi-dom-dom
Check the scenario, I'ma bust your eardrum
And leave you heads ringing with the ring-a-ding-dong

Busy on the mic since the day I was what? (Born)
Check out my style, it's the rock of what? (Mo')
Shine is on me like a dog on a what? (Bone)
Fight the power, put myself on the throne

You know when shit is getting heavy like it weighs a ton
I will run you down like a marathon
Tape you up good, put you in the trunk

See you next Tuesday
You is a punk