Winona Ryder

I spot the candid camera, it got the panorama/

view on my crew from the top so I climb the ladder/

and drop the heavy hammer, and rock the country grammar/

from Västerås all in your face like a gang bandana/

Drivin' your ass bananas and now you plan to hang us/

cause we yellin' out: "Fuck the star spangled banners"/

I ain't a fan of manners, so what you tryin' to tell us/

You better cancel christmas because we strangled Santa/

I know you can not stand us, I know you hella jealous/

madder than the maddest hatters cus you ain't had the status/

The baddest rappers pullin' the baddest mama jammas/

titanic asses, that shit you can't manage, man it's...

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over if you try to F with us/

You can't be sober, man why you wanna mess with us/

Come on man we older, plus we got the best with us/

Straight up soldiers, your shit ain't impressin' us/

You spit against me you spit on the fire/

no use, no name - oof you been on a flyer/

You got two options: you win or retire/

If I should take a guess man you dead on arrival/

Rappers keep rappin' but I shit on a rival/

Haters keep hatin', deejays spinnin' the vinyl/

Where that bandit queen, if I could only find her/

I´m on a shoplifting spree with Winona Ryder/

Pick me up in the truck 20 inch rim on the tyre/

check her new movie then take a spin on the highway/

Ride days and nights she ain't gonna tire/

I be like damn where you been all my life...

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then it's over, when police come stressin' us/

They pullin' us over, man I swear they tryin' to set us up/

Cus she was drivin' sober, but they lyin' and say she drunk/

Then she tapped me on my shoulder, said hold on we gon' have some fun/

Pedal to the metal straight up rebel without a pause/

lowerin' the level she ain't never been down with laws/

Ready when you ready - Yeah whatever man just be off/

Together forever or at least till she drop me off/

Beggin' on the phone for her to come home/

Sittin' all alone all while she run on/

out to save the world, yo baby girl/

a lot of work to be done, feel like a jerk with a song/

going: Girl, won't you come home/

come home to your schlookum, Bosseschlook/

Come home to your schlookum, schlookum/

I´m so happy you're my lover/

To be fe me lover/

oh girl you got the qualifications/

Cus I was checkin' you out/

and now you're with me/

So if you leave me now it' s pain and misery/

for me/

Cus you're a girl that is so sweet/

as sweet as can be...