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[Part 1]
Here comes the prison rapper, hate rapper, ghetto president
I'm resistant to these ticks
Take cover when I'm scared'
I'm like a bad guy like something out of a psychological thriller
Do the coke before breakfast in the giant villa
Tracksuit jacket, three stripes - AMG with wide tires
Less than two minutes until the bulls come in
Mike Tyson attitude
Cash in the washing machine
Suitcase full of dollar bills when I fly to Baghdad
What Saint-Tropez? I'm chilling in the local café
Flatscreen Bundesliga, news on the sofa
I was the first canapé on the Viva couch
And you'll be blown away like shisha smoke
There is no feature swap, who do you think you are?
I'm the ghetto mayor here, you're just the tourist
Because I'm in charge, because I make the rules
You kiss my hand , Hooker, it's a matter of honor
[Hook] [2x]
Crackdealer Sound, digga, ex-player's wife
Everyone knows who I am (Sonny Black!)
On the cover page, see like Osama
Everyone knows me and your top Nazi grandfather too
[Part 2]
You think you can stop me
I have crack in my tennis socks< br/>Cracking sound from your cell phone boxes
All the protection money packed in a suitcase
And I'll pick it up at Potsdamer Platz
Yes, I shoot at politicians, ministers, unerringly
>I'm the assassin, college jacket, nappa leather
I take a look in my mirror and I grin evilly
And these sons of incest are talking about minimum wages
Yeah, I'll do it the big city sound for the next poker robbery
Head of the underworld, Merkel hangs up my poster
Von Stetten is now a drinks supplier
But over the moon he's sucking the gangsters' cocks again
/>That's the way things go
Get out of there, get lost
I'm on coca, can't sleep and have dark circles under my eyes
I'm in a bad mood, but the finances look great< br/>Greetings to your wife, that fat pig
[Hook] [2x]