V.I.P. in psychiatry, ey
V.I.P. in psychiatry, ey
V.I.P. in psychiatry, ey
V.I.P. in psychiatry, ey

Schizo-, schizo-, schizophrenic disorder
Arms like Mike Tyson (uh)
You don't want to get stuck in the elevator with me
Tarek K.I.Z, I swam from Africa
You think it's raining, but I'm slaughtering a sheep on the balcony
If there is a God, why can't he prevent it?
On New Year's Eve, I make goulash from blown-off fingers
Amputate my leg with the electronic ankle monitor (what?)
Ram my tongue two meters into your gay face
Cool, I'm a godless dog
I tear off your skull and shit in your headless torso
Ah, Tarek K.I.Z, I'm a cannibal (did you hear?)
Saw your corpse in the bathtub

V.I.P. in psychiatry, ey
V.I.P. in psychiatry, ey
V.I.P. in psychiatry, ey
Luxury suite, Givenchy straitjacket

Ey, V.I.P. in psychiatry, ey
V.I.P. in psychiatry, ey
V.I.P. in psychiatry, ey
Luxury suite, Givenchy straitjacket, ey (uh)

My typewriter has no letters
Except H-U-R-E-N-S-O-H-N
I don't come from the East Side, don't come from the West Side
Brother, I come from the Stone Age, uh
I'll smash your skull
And for that, my doppelganger goes in for life
Bloody Balenciaga are my bear traps
My DNA test says I'm a rhesus monkey
Wuh, wuh, I splattered on the asphalt
Because I don't open a parachute that doesn't match my outfit, uh
Everyone here says I'm sympathetic and nice
A Gysi on the street and a Stalin in bed, uh

V.I.P. in psychiatry, ey
V.I.P. in psychiatry, ey
V.I.P. in psychiatry, ey
Luxury suite, Givenchy straitjacket, ey

V.I.P. in psychiatry, ey
V.I.P. in psychiatry, ey
V.I.P. in psychiatry, ey
Luxury suite, Givenchy straitjacket, ey

Nico K.I.Z, the rapper with the lady's beard (wu)
I don't need Father's Day to drink during the day
Yesterday I sat in front of the voting machine
And what came out, brother? Caliphate
This is now the twentieth dick pic, please give feedback (feedback, feedback)
In my mid-thirties, I no longer practice how to rap in front of the beat
The damn groupies take what they are entitled to, by force
My old lady comes through the door, smells the hidden girls like Christoph Waltz
I have grills made of elephant teeth
I shit on the JUICE, because I can't read (no)
I pull the dick out of my stepsister
And make an exit like Heath Ledger

V.I.P. in psychiatry, ey
V.I.P. in psychiatry, ey
V.I.P. in psychiatry, ey
Luxury suite, Givenchy straitjacket, ey (ey, ey, ey)

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