Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Frippe Jonsäter
Frippe Jonsäter
Sound Effects
Klas Åhlund
Klas Åhlund
Synthesizer
Ljunligan
Ljunligan
Sound Effects
Robin Carlsson
Robin Carlsson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robin Carlsson
Robin Carlsson
Songwriter
Klas Åhlund
Klas Åhlund
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Klas Åhlund
Klas Åhlund
Producer
Björn Engelman
Björn Engelman
Mastering Engineer
Henrik Edenhed
Henrik Edenhed
Mixing Engineer
Ollie Olson
Ollie Olson
Mixing Engineer
Robin Carlsson
Robin Carlsson
Producer

Songtexte

[Verse 1]
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh
You wanna rumble in my jungle? I'll take you on (Uh-huh)
Stampede your rumpa and send you home
You wanna rumble in space? I'll put my laser on stun
And on the North Pole, I'll ice you son
You want a thrilla in Manila, you'll be killer bee stung
Want a taste of vanilla? Better watch your tongue
'Cause I'll hammer your toe like a pediatrician ('Trician)
Saw you half like I'm a magician (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 flavours so sweet, you'll be zoom, zoom, zoom
Don't even get me started on my bada-boom-booms (Boom)
One left, one right, that's how I organize them
You know I fill my cups, no need to supersize 'em
Right now you're probably thinking, "How she get in them jeans?"
Well I'm gifted, all natural, and bursting the seams
[Verse 2]
(Uh-huh)
Konichiwa bitches
(Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Konichiwa bitches
[Verse 3]
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 (Uh-huh)
Coming in your mouth, make you say "Yum, yum!"
Hit the gong-gong, bring the sumos on (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I'ma kick ass all the way to Hong Kong
Make their balls bonce like a game of ping pong
Konichiwa bitches, from Beijing to Saigon
Got nothing on me 'cause you know you's a bum
Dum-didi-dum-didididi-dum-dum
Check the scenario, I'ma bust your ear drum
And leave your heads ringing with the ring-a-ding-dong (Uh)
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 my 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 (Uh-huh)
I will run you down like a marathon (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Tape you up good, put you in the trunk
See you next Tuesday, you is a punk
Written by: Klas Åhlund, Robyn
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