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You have been waiting enough, yes
There is only one Essah, the rest is repainted
Just times, the oracle is back
Look in the glass ball, think me, "Pity, what will of you!"
From me go the bathtub, krepier
Do not save seven lives, you just are not here anymore, it
While these are discussing what Rap has to do or not
Show her shoes on Insta - or
Throw a grenade on the podium, not a rough
I am radiation encased in rhodium
Let him dance like
Your new has the same effect as opium: 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, ass talks to me
Because of, "Go on, spit pisser dead", I'll do it anyway
Essah, Persona non grata of
Because I immediately put the
of you pussies a stanza into focus
Whether highly praised or outlawed, never
'em as if there were
commission and bring albums in the
From now on call it "Ars" and not "bars", bum, look, Olle
She is happy when she five men at once like Book of Ra
And many times like a mantra,
but the rapper is ungrateful and stupid
You end up sealed, whenever I get - they're to blame!

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

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

Not cult leaders, but I'm driving them suicide
me,
rap did not on roof terraces at Cuba Libre (Berlin, Berlin)
Mood varies only between and dissatisfied
Outdoor swaggy, but your MC blows like a concubine
Will earn something for the fee, the
Not a big deal, one step and he is insolvent
Separate 'resistant, they want dance pop
Meanwhile, I spit out angrily like a mountain god
Fuck the world limit until she shouts, "Oh, is that painful!"
on rap and come suck cock, now get the nutrients
Flow notoriously like Bad Boy, far-sighted
That's why I'm competition with a rusty telescope
No doping, you Trop, I was born to perform
You, on the other hand, are happy if you do not play
watch as these idiots turn around in gross motor skills
Dues paid, but in the end utopian costs remained, damn!

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

It is gepurgt, the MCs are
What kind of buddies? Please no 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

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