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You have been long enough, yes
There is only one Essah, the is maximally repainted
Just times, the oracle 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 just are not anymore, that's it
While these wankers are what Rap has to do or not
Show her shoes on - or not?
a grenade on the podium, not a rough diamond
I am radiation encased in rhodium
Let him like choreographers
Your new has the same effect as opium: snoring
Dicka, you will not even be my
know your position, her rap idol 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 pisser dead", I'll do it
Essah, non grata of rapeseed
Because I put the mistakes
of you pussies with a stanza focus
Whether praised or outlawed, never mind
Kill 'em as if were
commission and bring in the horizontal
now on call it "Ars" and not "bars", bum, look, your Olle
She is happy when she gets five men at once like of Ra
And repeated times like a mantra,
but the pack is ungrateful 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 between us
want to talk,
fuck 'em deep in their mouths, that's the end of

Every hope
No nice anymore
The end of
is no tomorrow 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 at Cuba Libre (Berlin, Berlin)
varies only between fucked and dissatisfied
Outdoor swaggy, but your MC blows like a concubine
Will earn for the fee, the servant
Not a big deal, one step and he is insolvent
Separate 'resistant, they want tropical pop
Meanwhile, I spit out like a Gothic mountain god
Fuck the world without limit she shouts, "Oh, is that painful!"
on rap and come suck cock, now get the nutrients
Flow notoriously like Bad Boy, visionary
That's why I'm beating competition with a telescope
No doping, you Trop, I was only to perform
You, on the other hand, are if you do not play deadly
Just as these idiots turn around in gross motor skills
Dues paid, but in the end additional costs 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, the end of reason

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 kind of Please no sympathy for the nonsense
Without mercy, Dicka, not a of love between us
want to talk,
fuck 'em deep in mouths, that's the end of reason

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