[Intro]
Yeah yeah, it's a hot day in your city and we've dug up another hot tune for this hot day in your hot city. The girls are pretty and the beat is from Provo. Edgar Wasser and Fatoni are on the microphone. Here's Radio Lau!
[Part 1: Edgar Wasser]
You're only a real artist if you also have real complexes
And 16 bars aren't enough to list mine
Is But it's clear: the better the art, the more complex
Edgar Wasser - shitty character, but good texts
Well, in the past... unfortunately not so much today
Today my texts suffer from Samy Deluxe -Syndrome
Fun, I've always been pretty shitty
Like my like-comparisons
When I was born I had no parents
I bit through the umbilical cord and jumped out of the test tube - ear-
Shaded the researchers in the laboratory
And left the chemical factory through the bars at the back gate
I'm talking some nonsense
Nobody knows what happens and how Stevie Wonder in a silent film
It's the boy who chills on the block
After he hits the boy who chills on the block in the head with a rock and waits for the cops to get him< br/>Put him in the cell where he kills himself overnight
Good morning Vietnam
I take the lighter out of the scout backpack and the school building is on fire
This here is bowling in Bavaria
I'm having a raw vegetarian's breakfast
With a can of Bolognese sauce and a meat salad
Do I know what I'm saying right now? Unfortunately, yes
At least with the Google Translator
Wait a second, that means Google Translator
I stand on the German rap line at night
And give blowjobs for Facebook likes me-clicks
There's one thing I'd like to know as a gunman:
Do I put my own name on the death list too?
[Part 2: Fatoni]
I'm full of stuff Complex
But that doesn't make my lyrics more complex
Fuck it, throw me an aspirin complex
And keep writing, because the rest of these rappers are even worse
Prince Pi and so
No joke: They all suffer from the Black Eyed Peas Syndrome
Every song sounds the same shit
My comparisons are totally awesome - riding crop
And I'm sharp as ammunition< br/>What student rap? - Son of a bitch, son of a bitch, son of a bitch!
I don't even have a high school diploma
I'm unemployed at the moment, but I feel a bit like I'm on tour
Just without the performances
But from the last ones For 14 nights I only know strange snippets
I didn't feel like sitting in the building anymore
It was time to put on a woman's wig
Climb over the fence and break out
I've been on your drugs long enough
Now I'm here to express everything I want to express in expletives
I don't have anything to say like deaf mutes do
But one Down pillow that I'll press into your mouth if necessary
If you cry - shut up!
Man, this text makes as much sense as a cross between a tree frog and a predatory fish
And it'll shut you up -and-claw disease, you tadpoles
You clownfish, watch out!
I'm the final boss for you bums
These are bad times and I'm tightening my explosives belt