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You have waiting long enough, yes
is only one Essah, the rest is maximally repainted
Just sketched times, the is back
Look in the glass ball, think me, "Pity, what become of you!"
me go into the bathtub, krepier
Do not seven lives, you just are not here anymore, that's it
While these wankers are what Rap has to do or not
Show her on Insta - or not?
a grenade on the podium, not a rough diamond
I am radiation encased in rhodium
Let him dance choreographers
Your new album has the same effect as opium:
Dicka, you not even be my co-pilot
know your position, her rap idol a sociopath
Fuck him, MCs see me and a bow
Like the Centurion's helmet, every ass to me
of, "Go on, spit that pisser dead", I'll do it anyway
Essah, Persona non of rapeseed
I immediately put the mistakes
of you pussies a stanza into focus
Whether praised or outlawed, never mind
'em as if there were
commission and bring albums in the
From now on call it "Ars" and not "bars", bum, look, your
She is happy when she gets five men at like Book of Ra
And repeated many like a mantra,
but the rapper pack is and stupid
You end up sealed, whenever I get started - to blame!

It is gepurgt, the MCs are
What kind of buddies? Please no sympathy for the
Without mercy, Dicka, not a spark of love us
They to talk,
fuck 'em in their mouths, that's the end of reason

Every lost
No nice words
The end of
There is no for you
It has to be a whole new
The end of

Not cult leaders, but I'm them into suicide
me,
rap did not arise on roof at Cuba Libre (Berlin, Berlin)
varies only between fucked and dissatisfied
Outdoor swaggy, but your favorite MC blows like a
Will earn for the fee, the servant
Not a big deal, one step and he is insolvent
Separate 'resistant, they want dance pop
Meanwhile, I spit out angrily like a Gothic god
the world without limit until she shouts, "Oh, is that painful!"
Piss on rap and come suck cock, now get the
Flow notoriously like Bad Boy, far-sighted
That's why I'm beating with a rusty telescope
No doping, you Trop, I was born to perform
You, on the other hand, are happy if you do not deadly
Just watch as these turn around in gross motor skills
Dues paid, but in the end utopian additional remained, damn!

It is gepurgt, the MCs are
What kind of buddies? no sympathy for the nonsense
mercy, Dicka, not a spark of love between us
They to talk,
fuck 'em deep in their mouths, that's the end of

Every lost
No nice anymore
The end of
is no tomorrow for you
It has to be a new order
The end of

It is gepurgt, the MCs are
What of buddies? Please no sympathy for the nonsense
Without mercy, Dicka, not a spark of between us
They to talk,
fuck 'em deep in their mouths, the end of reason

Every lost
No nice anymore
The end of
There is no for you
It has to be a new order
The end of