Macht was ihr wollt English translation
von Chakuza & Bizzy Montana

Chakuza & Bizzy Montana - Do what you want
[Verse: 1 - Bizzy Montana]
We two are fire and what bothers you about this thing
Is that that you're trying now, but no one is listening to your record
I heard you leaned out a little too much
Because we form the center while you continue to stand outside
You now want to train hard and do sports with your friends
But boy do you look like Boy George in your new shox
You're releasing an album and for me it's gay
Your studio reminds me a lot of a Waldorf school
I don't want to move anything, shit, I just want to set limits for you
Stick to your leather whips and licking cocks for money
Don't get me wrong, I really don't want to put you down
I only harvest what is due to me and you can now pick flowers
Chakuza, Montana - The evil in two good boys
Is the reason you bang men's asses instead of cunts
Click clack, I say clip and go, load your clip
You're dead now because you're never going to make another hit
[Chours] 2x
Do what you want, but I spit fire, spit flames


It's like a monster that came out of its swamp
Do what you want, nobody can displace us
It's getting hot for your camp now, like the clothes are getting too tight
[Verse: 2 - Chakuza]
You want to be big, but you're going for small waves, like a jet ski
Big boy you get a cuff from me, I'm Jet Lee
Knee deep, here on hot days, yes you have to sweat in the towel
Since dear Swiss, no, my finger is already on the trigger - tickle
Nobody is stopping us now, clear the way, the two of us are here
We grind your parts to baby porridge, in one fell swoop
You are strong, alternative as if they were henna colors
Look at your mum, wears your part and has a man's name
Everything as it was, only where the dirt drives me
And I might destroy your youth with your rhyme like Jackson Five
You're offended, that's no reason to rant
Because that would be so stupid, like fucking without a condom in Thailand'
Your workings are like rubber birds, one on one
Your game is like fucking you, boy, it's almost over
Because this is rap and not just voice on tape
And you're still bums, still weirdos and punks
[Chours] 4x
Do what you want, but I spit fire, spit flames
It's like a monster that came out of its swamp
Do what you want, nobody can displace us
It's getting hot for your camp now, like the clothes are getting too tight