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The reason that German crews are now disappointed
Because they wanted to go to the States like Flight 93
My bullets are devilish 'cause your cap says New Era
Feel sexually aroused when I see a gangster rapper
Asphalt Massaka 2 the big hype
You will be met at the lost and found office because you are lost
Motherfuckers you got Paras because you gave yourselves Hero
And films like the cameraman from terror bars
Day by day the level of a beggar sinks lower
But I don't care because I have Latifah in bed
German rap is a battlefield
Farid is hungry and eats snacks like the rapper from Gladbeck


You rap for stoners my listeners are hoes
In fitted Burberry pants
It's Kollegah the Mac
The rappers with the black Cadillac
Posing on the Westside of Germany
I'll sell the coca right here on the block while your team some jerks are sad posers
Those who sit on the sofa at home with shisha and play Fifa like peasants playing poker
You heap of misery resembling an infant
Puny poor chill with herbal tea and incense sticks
In your cheap apartment not suspecting anything bad and twiddling your thumbs
If you are unexpectedly knocked over, you are no longer on your feet but in shock
Kid, I'll come and introduce your girlfriend to the fine art of blowjobs and give the hooker cock
And you bitch say fuck on cops
But as long as we're chilling in your town, you've already chosen one one and your finger on zero
Hey, this is hustler rap, I make my cash
Sell ​​crack in your city every night
Cook it and then it'll be dropped off in the streets like taxi passengers

I get out of the A6 with buddies
Take away your weed son of a bitch
An Ottoman tokat, now what?
Bungalows and bar checks
Sitting in the cafe with Uncles and watching my father bet five hundred on black
You hang out with scum
Smoke your joint and have a paper mouth
I come out at night with 8 women
Chewing on my sack with relish
I fuck your laugh, because I ticked white and made
Para when Savas still had a middle parting
Back when you could still find me on the block every day
I mean the time when Curse could still tie a pigtail
Tell me how you Junky want to fit into my business
Shut up the papers, you can build me one


When I was born, God said to himself, one day he will be a bad person
Today I fuck women and cream my cock with lion mustard, roll it out with a cable drum
Put the flag on your face, I fuck for the fatherland and salute when I get on the flag
Ragazzi aaahhh!
Better scream 'cause it's just one hit 'cause I'm gonna throw knives at you ugly fuckin' rappers
In rows I cut you shit into slices and a chopper
No better my Sippii slides past like Clyde Drexler
When I was a little kid, I used to be a sweet poop
But when I was 13 I had a mustache like Müslüm Baba
Think you would be hard but your life is on the brink
In cold times I stay hard and a nipple on a tit

The boy who doesn't dance - healthy arrogance
The alpha animal talks and all dogs are afraid
I know no fear believe me I'll take action
I want a woman who sweats whiskey and farts hundred dollar bills
Come by, we'll sort it all out on our own
I have women and money but I'm not afraid of ghetto romance, I put my dick in my vagina
The contents of my pocket make my legs dance
I'm not Max Herre
But women love me because I comb my sack before I go fucking
Boys from the lower class you bigwigs have no class
And celebrate impotent shit for the masses
Ever since I started rapping, I don't need a plan B
I'll knock your teeth out and then fuck the tooth fairy