Текст и перевод песни L.O.C. - Bordluder

Bordluder

Jeg ta'r et skridt ind i klubben, lortet er helt pakket, og alligevel er det først jeg ser
En flok rapper' der danser i møbler, ja allesammen de går fuldt retarderet
De' på emma hele holdet, de har flasker på bordene og teenagetøser som selskab
Du ved typen der spiller smart overfor de samme folk i nyt tøj hver lørdag
Den ene lille hangaround spørg' om jeg er klar på at tage en snap og jeg spørg': "hvad det?"
Inden han ta'r et billede med sin 'fon og skriver hen over det: "se mig, jeg hænger med L.O.C."
Guderne vil vide hvis han vidst' hvad jeg syntes om ham, så ville han sikkert skab' sig som en tøs
Men fuck it, for natten den er ung og præcis ligeså dum som drengen der knipser løs
Den ene rapper hopper op til DJ'en, sætter sit eget lort på og tager mikrofonen
Nej, ingen her er kommet for at se ham spille men alligevel så råber idioten
Han råber: "fuck berømmelse, alt det handler om para", men det' sådan der din forretning bli'r kvalt
Ser du, jeg vill' ikk' spytt' så meget som et ord uden ejeren han fik lov at betale

Din yndlingsrapper er en bordluder, ja han er
Din yndlingsrapper er en bordluder, ja han er
Din yndlingsrapper er en bordluder, ja han er
Din yndlingsrapper er en bordluder, ja han er

Hende her tøsen er pænt aggressiv og helt smurt ind i noget krigs-makeup
Hendes hænder ligner lort, hun er tattet op af fingrene, men hun er stadig helt spændt op
Hun siger hvis jeg nu ruller med hende så får jeg mer' end bare lidt penge til benzin
Men jeg' hverken kommet her for at danse eller knepp', så nej tak, bitch, det' fint
Men som festen tynder ud ud på natten er der kun hende og hendes veninder tilbage
Jeg tænker fuck it, så længe at jeg pakker pikken ind så kan det her ikk' gå helt galt
Vi rammer hotellet, hun har set for mange film og vil have at vi skal gøre det her vildt voldsomt
Jeg si'r: "fint nok", hun si'r at jeg skal tag' fat om hendes hals mens hun selv holder hænderne rundt om
Hun vil have jeg skal stramme lidt til så jeg følger bare trop mens hun hidsigt si'r: "mere"
Men pludselig så vender hun det hvide ud af øjnene og kællingen stopper med at trækk' vejret
Prøver med en flad, tjekker hendes puls, kan ikk' finde lortet, vågn op bitch!
Næste flad hjælper, så jeg stikker mig selv en for ikk' at gå helt i panik
Men som tingene ser ud er mit mindste problem at jeg' ville få mere end en voldsdom
Ser du det stinker i sengen fordi kroppen den gi'r slip når en person er lige ved at omkomme

Lad vær' at fuck' med en bordluder, bare lad vær'
Lad vær' at fuck' med en bordluder, bare lad vær'
Lad vær' at fuck' med en bordluder, bare lad vær'
Lad vær' at fuck' med en bordluder, bare lad vær'

Boarding Lounger

I take a step into the club, the place is absolutely packed, and yet it's the first thing I see
A group of rappers dancing on furniture, yes, they're all going completely retard
They're all on ecstacy the whole team, they have bottles on the tables and teenage girls as company
You know the type who act smart towards the same people in new clothes every Saturday
One little hangaround asks if I'm ready to take a snap and I ask: "what is that?"
Before he takes a picture with his phone and writes over it: "look at me, I'm hanging out with L.O.C."
God only knows if he knew what I thought of him, then he'd probably act like a girl
But fuck it, because the night is young and just as stupid as the boy who's snapping away
One rapper jumps up to the DJ, puts on his own crap and takes the microphone
No, nobody here has come to see him play but still the idiot shouts
He shouts: "fuck fame, it's all about money", but that's how your business will die
See, I wouldn't spit so much as a word without the owner getting paid

Your favorite rapper is a boarding lounger, yes he is
Your favorite rapper is a boarding lounger, yes he is
Your favorite rapper is a boarding lounger, yes he is
Your favorite rapper is a boarding lounger, yes he is

This girl here is quite aggressive and completely smeared in some kind of war-make-up
Her hands look like crap, she's tattooed from her fingers, but she's still all excited
She says that if I go with her I'll get more than just a little money for gas
But I didn't come here to dance or fuck, so no thanks, bitch, it's fine
But as the party thins out late at night there's only her and her girlfriends left
I think fuck it, as long as I wrap my dick up then this can't go completely wrong
We hit the hotel, she's seen too many films and wants us to do this really violently
I say: "okay", she says I should grab her by the neck while she herself holds her hands around
She wants me to tighten up a bit so I just follow suit while she heatedly says: "more"
But suddenly she rolls her eyes back in her head and the bitch stops breathing
Try with a flat, check her pulse, can't find the bastard, wake up, bitch!
The next flat helps, so I give myself one so as not to completely panic
But as things look, my least problem is that I'd get more than a violent verdict
See, it stinks in bed because the body lets go when a person is about to die

Don't fuck with a boarding lounger, just don't
Don't fuck with a boarding lounger, just don't
Don't fuck with a boarding lounger, just don't
Don't fuck with a boarding lounger, just don't