No way dude, you don’t intimidate me!
(You motherfuckers)
Yeah!
That girl at the quick shop just got popped¹
By Uncle H and Uncle M
But no detectives, no hundred cops
They’re all afraid of your gang:
From the hideous Don Aldi and the Deichmann clan,
The Kamps brothers and the bloody McPapers ²
Yeah, they’re following a brutal plan
And this plan has a lot of wicked bosses ³
Refrain:
But you won’t make me like you
Yeah, and I won’t make you rich
No way dude, you don’t intimidate me
No way, you bastards
No more running, no matter where I am, ‘cause
In every inner city it’s the same ol’ story
But your fashion uniforms really stink
And your buns taste like shit
And take your industrial-processed vegetables
Shove them up your market-leading ass
That’s enough, you’re in the red and you’ll suffer
‘Cause the vendor’s tray order is the order of the day
Refrain:
But you won’t make me like you
Yeah, and I won’t make you rich
No way dude, you don’t intimidate me
No way, you bastards
I’m sayin’: bombs bring nothing, but casualties
And that’s why we’re reducing you to pulp
We’re dangerous if we don’t use our funds
And serve you up red figures with your breakfast egg
Refrain:
But you won’t make me like you
Yeah, and I won’t make you rich
No way dude, you don’t intimidate me
No way, you bastards