[Intro]
Here we go, yo
[1. Part]
And I'll hit every fan who knows this by heart
What do you have about the surveillance state? - Shut up, you agent
I have to do something? I don't have to do anything, but I have to kill
Suck balls, bitch, because I'm hanging with foreigners you're scared
You scary German, whatever you say is bullshit
Eat poop, I'm doing my rounds in the brothel, I have to fuck
The bitch takes the shot, makes a kiss on her lips
Bitch, piss off because you smell like trunk scabs
After my trunk scab, who am I, bitch? - Düsseldorf's King Chip in my ear
I was never filmed giving head
I have heart palpitations from the pills I took
Your crew is deep, I love you mom
[Hook]
You don't realize that you have to stop me
Now it's too late, I'm standing there drinking alcohol
And with eleven hundred men in front of your door - who rings the bell?
It's Fav with the gun - baam - end of the world
This is my World Cup song, old nut
I'm coming to the World Cup field, plus violence
I'll give you a big kick in your soft parts - Loss of ball
[2. Part]
Kool Savas is on his way to another star
In any case he's in space
No, not at all, that's Alexander Gerst
I got it mixed up, ouch , I'm stupid
Hey, you can just be confused, it looks like a clone
It doesn't matter, the tour bus is new
I don't fuck any groupie bitches, just a club
What do I do with this? I fart and cry
Man, am I a son-of-a-bitch friend
Favorite, Kollegah and Farid
We're going to a party, dismantling a few Nazis
It's the ex- Boxing champs, punching away rap god
If I'm not exactly a rap god, I'm a sex god
You freak, I'll drink the whiskey straight
You'll get a fart in your face, really absurd
February 18, 1986 was the birth of Christ and now fuck you, you son of a bitch
[Hook - 2x]