[Lyric] Dont Worry About Norway (Rucka Rucka Ali)

[Intro]
Ooh, they can't really fight
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway (hahaha, woo!)

[Chorus]
Ooh, they can't really fight
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
They don't have any rights
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway

[Verse 1]
The land of apes and gingers
Living in the past
Vikings always ate shit
And took it in the ass
They don't go into war much
'Cause they would never win
The Germans fuck 'em with eyes closed
Pretending they're Sweden
[Pre-Chorus]
Big bright green lights
Their gods are cumming
It's always night
If you know what I mean
They fuck their cows
Welcome to Oslo
Yeah, welcome to Oslo
Yeah, welcome to Oslo

[Chorus]
Ooh, they ride fucking bites
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Nobody really likes 'em
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Ooh, we can take their stuff
There's nothing they could say
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway

[Verse 2]
Norways are the richest
From oil and brunost
Which side of World War I were they on?
Whichever one lost
They won't lock you up forever
Or put you behind bars
They put you in a beach house
With bitches and a car
[Pre-Chorus]
They like sheep's head
With some licorice (uh-huh)
They're like half white
With fucking jaundice (you know)
If you're poor and brown
You could come to Oslo (na, na)
Yeah, come on to Oslo
Would you likes butters? (Woo)

[Chorus]
Ooh, we can fuck their lives
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
They all are really nice
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Ooh, we can take their wives
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway

[Bridge]
Yeah, they have few clocks
They probably invented goulash (woo)
They food out of a soup box
They let you in if you look like Tupac
Yeah, yeah, never heard of Akerbp
Turks go to Bergen and serve 'em a curry
Men live at home 'til they're older than 30
Nobody works and the girls are dirty (woo)
We made them free and we gave them a BK
Now they smoke weed on weekdays
They're lazy and they can't read
And they add little dots to the letters we gave shit
They all live in apartments
Their moms got 'em when they were seven
Such an expensive place, let's bomb 'em and take
Their salmon and cakes, mm-mm
[Chorus]
Ooh, they can't really fight
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
They don't have any rights
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway (c'mon, uh)
Ooh, we can blow them up
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
Don't worry 'bout Norway
They're all really white
Don't worry 'bout Norway