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Wesley Snipes

This morning Simon Phoenix escaped from his cryo facility

Tina upp en skurk som demolition wesley snipes
Sub-zero mortal kombat-opps i tekken-fight
Powerrade o avokado me electrolytes
Smaka chili typ som kebnekajs
Ja o hannes under isen beate gretzky-type
Kom tillbaka som lemieux efter nå sketchy vibes
Upptinad börja fira fest o äpple alright
Sen då, ripan int så lätt o recognize

Dom har klockor vi har tiden
Drivan lossna vid lavinen
Utan spade o transceiver i ravinеn
Inlagd o gravad lax i ide
Ner från sjukan mutea snackеt luta lila
Leta luren slut på rappel me mobilen
Enligt masten had vi fastna ut i deep end
D va stackars oss förrut numera dags för lite
Crewe packade som weekend
Racka follar mackar o butiker
Jocke rydarn hannes satt i bilen
Snap o dm casper-igor hackade upp biten
Alice zacke mona-lisa ramla in orangeriet
Kaplan kasta pilen
Bella emilio natha o sofia
Träffa níka som designade upp kniven
Hade kannan o blev taggade
På tagga innan tagga men höll i den
Vaktjannen kolla hit jämt
Undviker helst hamna i rubriker
Satt oss upp o tackade för ikväll
Men, svartnade ba direkt
Ville fara när vi fatta att dom

Tina upp en snaut som demolition sly stallone
Klampa in o sabba had ju riktig cypher mode
Fick feelin men blev rappel klart hypen dog
För kulturen fuck likes o suites
Kommer aldrig aldrig aldrig va el bryo nope
Kanske sant dom tro rb d ba nå braj o skog
Kicka lite freestyles viben cool o smooth
Tills nån dude tog vår arm o drog

Satt i baksätet på volvon
En utan dom bad oss om en follow
Vi ba va, o fick se privata kontot
Visa sig va ripan undercover
Sa till oss vi måste kissa där i koppen
Men fick skriva själva stickersen på locket
För protokollets skull, quizza nåt om brotte
Luta bak o viska soft skrev vi klistra upp nå posters
Vilken twist på storyn
Ripan hade lista ut komplotten
Riktig g hon gissa vi va torpers
Som misstänkte komplotter
Tiltade som wobbel
Egentligen räddad om o om o om igen
Hon ville fira vem va vi o säga nånting
Gröna älgen heja kompis kolla löven vann ej hockeyn
Faila sporten, logga dock ändå in shotsen
Ut i dimman, minnet limited men
Drinken smaka toppen

Wesley Snipes

This morning Simon Phoenix escaped from his cryo facility, baby.

Thawed out a villain like Demolition Man Wesley Snipes, girl.
Sub-Zero Mortal Kombat – oops, I mean Tekken fight.
Powerade and avocado with electrolytes.
Tastes like chili, kind of like Kebnekaise.
Me and Hannes under the ice, Beate Gretzky-type.
Came back like Lemieux after some sketchy vibes.
Thawed out, started celebrating, apple alright.
Then, the cop wasn't so easy to recognize.

They have clocks, we have the time, sweetheart.
The drive loosened at the avalanche.
Without a shovel and transceiver in the ravine.
Pickled and gravlax salmon in mind.
Down from the hospital, muted the talk, leaning purple.
Looking for the phone, out of battery with the mobile.
According to the mast, we were stuck out in the deep end.
It was poor us before, now it's time for a little.
Crew packed like a weekend.
Racking fools, stores, and shops.
Jocke the rider, Hannes sat in the car.
Snap and DM, Casper-Igor hacked the bit.
Alice, Zacke, Mona Lisa stumbled into the orangery.
Kaplan threw the dart.
Bella, Emilio, Natha, and Sofia.
Met Níka who designed the knife.
Had the pot and got tagged.
On tag before tag, but held onto it.
The guard looks over here all the time.
Preferably avoid ending up in headlines.
Sat down and thanked for tonight.
But, it just blacked out.
Wanted to leave when we realized that they

Thawed out a dude like Demolition Man Sly Stallone.
Stomped in and sabotaged, had real cypher mode.
Got the feeling but got repelled, clearly the hype died.
For the culture, fuck likes and suites.
Will never, never, never be El Bryo, nope.
Maybe true, they think RB is just some weed and forest.
Kicked some freestyles, the vibe cool and smooth.
Until some dude took our arm and pulled.

Sat in the backseat of the Volvo.
One of them asked us for a follow.
We were like, "what?" and got to see the private account.
Turned out to be the cop undercover.
Told us we had to pee there in the cup.
But got to write the sticker on the lid ourselves.
For the record, quizzed something about crime.
Leaned back and whispered softly, we wrote, "Put up some posters".
What a twist to the story.
The cop had figured out the plot.
Real G, she guessed we were idiots.
Who suspected plots.
Tilted like Wobbel.
Actually saved over and over and over again.
She wanted to celebrate, who were we to say anything?
Green moose, hey buddy, look, Luleå Hockey didn't win.
Failed the sport, logged in the shots anyway.
Out into the haze, memory limited but.
The drink tasted great.