Back, back, back, once again with the ill-behaviour
Back, call me Renegade Master
D stands for damage, for violence
Break your balls, and sholler for hold
In the neck, with a fever-sparking
It goes bang, bang, heart-burning revolver
Brawler and borrower, all like Jan Koller
Dance and doller, dance, among the Friday snobbers
Eat the prince's rolls, and make beats
With a good skier, and a cancer roller
And the * holds
Piss on you like a sick weather
And the school still writes SMS messages
Until last year, I was one of the best well-preserved secrets of Danish rap
Give in to pissing, with a blurring attitude
And tracks should register with your attention
Everything goes over like a love affair
You have to learn to love, it's the best thing
Oh *, I hear, oh, oh, oh, the Renegade Master
Back, back, back, once again with the ill-behaviour
Can you feel it?
Oh *, I hear, oh, oh, oh, the Renegade Master
Back, back, back, back, back, once again with the ill-behaviour
Can you feel it?
Nothing can save me
Nothing can save me
Nothing can save me
Nothing, nothing, nothing can save me
Nothing can save me
Nothing can save me