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You have been waiting enough, yes
There is only one Essah, the rest is repainted
Just sketched times, the oracle is
Look in the glass ball, think me, "Pity, what will of you!"
From me go the bathtub, krepier
Do not seven lives, you just are not here anymore, that's it
these wankers 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 cosmic radiation in rhodium
Let him like choreographers
Your new album has the same effect as snoring
Dicka, you will not even be my
Please your position, her rap idol a sociopath
him, MCs see me and make a bow
Like the Centurion's helmet, every ass to me
Because of, "Go on, spit that pisser dead", do it anyway
Essah, Persona non grata of
Because I put the mistakes
of you pussies with a stanza focus
highly praised or outlawed, never mind
Kill 'em as if were
commission and bring in the horizontal
From now on call it "Ars" and not "bars", bum, look, your
She is happy she gets five men at once like Book of Ra
And repeated many times a mantra,
but the rapper pack is and stupid
You end up sealed, whenever I get - they're to blame!

It is gepurgt, the MCs are
What of buddies? Please no sympathy for the nonsense
Without mercy, Dicka, not a spark of love us
want 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 new order
The end of

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

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 in their mouths, that's the end of reason

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

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 in their mouths, that's the end of reason

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