Hurensohn English translation
von K.I.Z

Ye, eh, eh, ye, ye, eh, son of a bitch


You son of a bitch, i make party on your grave
Try the Crib-Walk again and i'll rip your legs off
(You, You) You son of a bitch, i make party on your grave
Try again, to get your gang and i'll drive you flat
I come in where i want, as if my cock is a ram
I am the fat, old woman and your corner is Bangkok
I can't understand you, i think you forgot something
'Cause you rap after seven heads, but you're not a Method Man
I run in gold trough the hood, like C3PO
Hardened by the bitches, my cock only gets stiff in the zoo
You can calmly out us in drawers
Meeting up with gangstars afterwards, and rap in the book store
I take my breakfast in my bed, you take yours on the cottbusser gate
Our sound fucks you, you think, you got a pussy as an ear
Your girlfriend wanted my cock, she was in heat
Now she's dead, it was 22.6ft
We wanted to fight, but nobody takes on us
Now you want an album, nobody takes on you
Everybody in the club is looking at me, 'cause I scream like an idiot.
You son of a bitch, I'm partying on your grave
Try the crib walk again and I'll rub your legs down
(You, you) You son of a bitch, I'm partying on your grave
Try to get your gang one more time and I'll flatten you both
I'll cut your dick like it's your bar mitzvah
I'll show you my penis and yours will turn into a clit
Don't tell me about your gang, your gang is a ticker
Your mother plays with my heels like I'm her pinball machine
Everyone would like to be my reflection, because I am more beautiful and chic
Sometime on the cover of the mirror like Adolf Hitler
You liked having a wife, but you only have Twista's body
If my cock doesn't fit in you, then it comes with the funnel
Try to open your mouth, I'll stuff it with kofte
You're my right hand, I'll fuck you if I want to
Your mother's makeup turns my sack into a rainbow

You're looking for your place in the game, I still have room in my epididymis
You son of a bitch, I'm partying on your grave
Everyone in the club is just looking at me because I'm yelling like crazy
You son of a bitch, I'm partying on your grave
Try the crib walk again and I'll rub your legs down
(You, you) You son of a bitch, I'm partying on your grave
Try to get your gang one more time and I'll flatten you both
I jump on you in a rush, fist against fist
You are seven months pregnant, horst K.I.Z. from the stomach
I'm coming to your city, tell me your girl is on tour
According to our discussion, you have a skull fracture
My sound fists you until your asshole rubs
It's never been easy for me, it's hard knock life
K.I.Z. united, your gang is too small
Your girlfriend looks like a pot-bellied pig
When I come, your strongest friend will put it in reverse
For me, rap means going to the mic and handing out bells
I come in where I want like my penis was a lock pick
We do it in Spanish, French, Polish and Greek


Everyone in the club is just looking at me because I'm yelling like crazy
You son of a bitch, I'm partying on your grave
Try the crib walk again and I'll rub your legs down
(You, you) You son of a bitch, I'm partying on your grave
Try to get your gang one more time and I'll flatten you both