[Intro: Bill Murray]
They've got the best equipment that money can buy. Hell, every team they're sending over here has their own personal masseuse. Not masseur, masseuse. But, it doesn't matter! Do you know that every mohawk competitor has electrocardiogram, blood and urine tests, every 48 hours to see if there's any change in his physical condition? Do you know that they use the most sophisticated training methods from the Soviet Union, East and West Germany and the newest Olympic power, Trinidad & Tobago? But it doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter! I tell you it just doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter! Even if we win... if we win, ha! Even if we win! Even if we play so far over our heads that our noses bleed for a week to 10 days, even if God in Heaven above comes down and points his hand at our side of the field, even if every man, woman, and child held hands together and prayed for us to win, it just wouldn't matter!
[Verse]
[Intro: Bill Murray]
They've got the best equipment that money can buy. Hell, every team they're sending over here has their own personal masseuse. Not masseur, masseuse. But, it doesn't matter! Do you know that every mohawk competitor has electrocardiogram, blood and urine tests, every 48 hours to see if there's any change in his physical condition? Do you know that they use the most sophisticated training methods from the Soviet Union, East and West Germany and the newest Olympic power, Trinidad & Tobago? But it doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter! I tell you it just doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter! Even if we win... if we win, ha! Even if we win! Even if we play so far over our heads that our noses bleed for a week to 10 days, even if God in Heaven above comes down and points his hand at our side of the field, even if every man, woman, and child held hands together and prayed for us to win, it just wouldn't matter!
[Verse]
Yeah
Yeah
Um, um
Jumping out the Camino
Just left the gas station, smell like Hot Cheetos
Recording soft-core on her Tivo
Ma, the meatloaf!
Re-smoke, got a vegan bitch in the Peace Corp
All she ever do is ask me what I eat meat for--
Hold up, pause. Always over the quota
Boss, wake up in polo, sleep in Lacoste
Travel across the world, but that didn't phase me
Couple people that I know that happen to play me
Once they start to realize that I'm actually crazy
Shit, I'm actually crazy... um, and
Q's phone gettin' blown up by Lyor Cohen
Christian Dior, nothing I'm owning
Go to Hawaii, fuck with Samoans
Get faded and sleep in the oceans
Keep it in motion
I'm rolling, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm rolling
Keep it in motion, I'm rolling, yeah
And your bitch wearing elbow pads
Sell her pussy over Melrose Ave
I've been to hell and back trying to get attached to my better half
Never that, the smiles so gone, so bring the coke on
I'm higher than Voltron, with a bunch of gold on
Caucasians still love me like my name was Michael Bolton
Hold on, do you fuckin' dirty like the soap gone
Froze on, it's bone chilling, colder than the Pope's secrets
Older than Capone's demons, coming from a place where there was no Jesus
Walking behemoth, I increase the Feces
Cause shit real, fly into your windshield and get killed
Buggin' out, had it all, I'm nothing now, I just gave it away
Fuck a label, Cain and Abel, put a name to a face
Um, yeah
I bust your speakers with some bullshit rap
I'm on drugs, all my new shit wack
Remember that, I ain't shit but a fraud
But everyone I know ain't nothing to God
But everyone I know ain't nothing to God
[Outro]
It kills you, it feeds off the Earth
A night like this, one of us could get up in the middle of the night Grab an axe and cut somebody's head off
[Intro: Bill Murray]
De har det bedste udstyr, som penge kan købe. Helvede, hvert hold, de sender her, har deres egen personlige massebrug. Ikke massør, massør. Men det betyder ikke noget! Ved du, at hver Mohawk-konkurrent har elektrokardiogram, blod og urintest, hver 48 timer for at se, om der er nogen ændring i hans fysiske tilstand? Ved du, at de bruger de mest sofistikerede træningsmetoder fra Sovjetunionen, Øst- og Vesttyskland og den nyeste olympiske magt, Trinidad & Tobago? Men det betyder ikke noget! Det betyder bare ikke noget! Det betyder bare ikke noget! Jeg fortæller dig, at det bare ikke betyder noget! Det betyder bare ikke noget! Det betyder bare ikke noget! Det betyder bare ikke noget! Det betyder bare ikke noget! Det betyder bare ikke noget! Det betyder bare ikke noget! Selvom vi vinder ... hvis vi vinder, ha! Selvom vi vinder! Selvom vi spiller så langt over vores hoveder, som vores næser bløder i en uge til 10 dage, selvom Gud i himlen ovenfor kommer ned og peger på hånden på vores side af banen, selvom hver mand, kvinde og barn holdt hænder Sammen og bad for os at vinde, ville det bare ikke have noget!
[Vers]
Ja
Ja
Um, um.
Hoppe ud af caminoet
Bare forlod tankstationen, lugt som hot cheetos
Optagelse af soft-core på hendes TiVo
Ma, The Meatloaf!
Re-røg, fik en vegansk tæve i fredskorpen
Alt hvad hun nogensinde gør, er at spørge mig, hvad jeg spiser kød til--
Hold op, pause. Altid over kvoten
Chef, vågn op i polo, sove i lacoste
Rejse over hele verden, men det fulgte mig ikke
Par mennesker, som jeg ved, der tilfældigvis spiller mig
Når de begynder at indse, at jeg faktisk er skør
Lort, jeg er faktisk skør ... um, og
Qs telefon Gettin 'blæst op af Lyor Cohen
Christian Dior, intet jeg ejer
Gå til Hawaii, Fuck med Samoans
Bliv falmet og sov i oceanerne
Hold det i gang
Jeg ruller, ja ja, ja, jeg ruller
Hold det i gang, jeg ruller, ja
Og din tæve iført albue pads
Sælg hendes fisse over Melrose Ave
Jeg har været i helvede og tilbage forsøger at blive knyttet til min bedre halvdel
Aldrig det, smilene så væk, så tag cola på
Jeg er højere end Voltron, med en flok guld på
Kaukasierne elsker mig stadig som mit navn var Michael Bolton
Hold på, skal du fuckin 'beskidte som sæbe væk
Frøs på, det er knogleafkøling, koldere end pavenes hemmeligheder
Ældre end Caponens dæmoner, der kommer fra et sted, hvor der ikke var nogen Jesus
Walking Behemoth, jeg øger fæces
Forårsage lort ægte, flyve ind i din forrude og blive dræbt
Buggin 'ud, havde det hele, jeg er ikke noget nu, jeg gav det bare væk
Fuck en etiket, Cain og Abel, sæt et navn til et ansigt
Um, ja
Jeg buste dine højttalere med nogle bullshit rap
Jeg er på narkotika, alt min nye shit wack
Husk det, jeg er ikke lort, men en bedrageri
Men alle, jeg ved, er ikke noget for Gud
Men alle, jeg ved, er ikke noget for Gud
[Outro]
Det dræber dig, det går ud af jorden
En nat som dette kunne en af os komme op midt i natten grab en økse og skære en persons hoved væk fra