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You have been long enough, yes
There is only one Essah, the is maximally repainted
Just sketched times, the is back
Look in the glass ball, think me, "Pity, what will of you!"
me go into the bathtub, krepier
Do not save seven lives, you are not here anymore, that's it
While these are discussing what Rap has to do or not
Show her shoes on Insta - or
a grenade on the podium, not a rough diamond
I am radiation encased in rhodium
Let him dance like
Your new album has the effect as opium: snoring
Dicka, you will not be my co-pilot
Please know your position, her rap a sociopath
Fuck him, MCs see me and a bow
the Centurion's helmet, every ass talks to me
Because of, "Go on, spit that dead", I'll do it anyway
Essah, Persona non of rapeseed
Because I put the mistakes
of you pussies with a stanza focus
Whether highly or outlawed, never mind
Kill 'em as if were
and bring albums in the horizontal
From now on call it "Ars" and not "bars", bum, look, Olle
She is happy she gets five men at once like Book of Ra
And repeated many like a mantra,
but the rapper pack is ungrateful and
You end up sealed, I get started - they're to blame!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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