.Jag äare tuff, jag äare hård, glider fram som en Ford näare jag kommer ner föare gatan.
Jag kallas föare Smock, gillar knivhuggarrock o min idol, det äare satan.
Framföare allt så trivs jag I'mörka kvarter, däare ingen varken höare eller ser.
Däare lyfter jag min arm oc.
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