MC D-Feld, Bold Deceiver!
Kick it!!!

(Chorus)
Doesn’t matter North, South,
The East or the West,
It’s MC D-Feld who’s
The motherfuckin’ best.
So strap yourselves in tight, and brace for the crash
‘Cause I’m partyin’ down like I’z Euro-Trash!

See, my flag’s unfurled!
Goin’ round the globe
Goin’ off like a strobe.
Makin’ ladies disrobe.

Take a tip from a Yankee, bold and brash:
Take a look my way, I’m a Man of the World!

(Verse 1)
Cruisin’ down the cobblestone street,
Check me out, world traveler elite!
Can’t pick me out from a crowd of ushankas,
‘Til I’m up in your face, drivin’ ya bonkers!
“No Yank’s this fly, he must be one of us,”
They say as I saunter by, stirrin’ up a fuss.
Heihei, Hejsan, Privet, ‘Allo,
Just you look at that tourist pimp go!
Take me wanderin’ through the square,
Let me smell some Northern air.
Lemme go crawlin’ bar to bar,
Drinks are on me, does that put me at par?
I’ll show you how we party my side of the pond,
Just give me a few brunettes and blondes,
And we’ll live it up! Jealous yet, James Bond?

(Chorus)
Get out my way, I’m a Man of the World!

(Verse 2)
Shut the place down,
Spread the word around,
MC D-Feld is comin’ to town!
I’ll make the Kronor rain,
Drop them Rubles all day’n’
Turn around with Euros, outclass you again!
Roll me ashore with my hangover on,
Still got a day to kill in Gamla Stan!
Whoop! On to Russia, before the boat’s gone!
I’m up in a state of Jack-induced bliss,
Check the black dress on that pretty lil’ miss.
Babe, don’t freak, I’ma just steal a kiss.
Motherland, farewell, to the North I goes!
Off to brave the ice and the snows,
But I got my insulation: cash, booze, and hos!

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(Bridge)
Bling-bling, babe, I’m shinin’ so hot tonight,
Can’t do aught, I’m outshone by the Northern Lights!
All across the globe, see my flag unfurled!
I claim this club for the Man of the World!

(Verse 3)
All round the world, they know this MC,
From the Arctic Circle to the Adriatic Sea.
Blastin’ round Brussels, ain’t never goin’ home.
Gonna toke up in Holland, shoot some rockets in Rome.
Yeah, I can get you off, I don’t need no toys,
‘Cause I learned from whoever taught Jon Lajoie.
Euro-Zone’s in my pocket, South America’s next!
Hey, Khan! Alexander! Feelin’ kinda vexed?
Bitches, it’s on! The gauntlet’s been hurled!
MC D-Feld is gonna conquer the world!

(Chorus)
I’m MC D-Feld, the Man of the World!