Four hands, four legs, I do a drive-by alone
From the popemobile with tinted windows
You can scream, the walls are soundproof
You can test for me how cold it is in the forest
Come visit me, my room is cell eight, eight, I have a lot of space
My roommate didn't wake up, he's hanging from the ceiling, but the son of a bitch is dripping
You want to run, come and run without legs, without a head
I don't take prisoners, but living furniture
Your mother is looking for money, she recognizes you at the flea market
My friends, the birds, pick up the leftovers
I'm wearing one of my scarecrow masks
I pull your skin over my head, because I'm having a picnic with your bride in the forest
Each of my guys wants to get on her and I give each one a piece
Your still very fresh mother is looking for hot exotics on the internet
I come to the rendezvous with a tombstone, straight back from the dead
I don't have any more time, the sun is rising, my end is near
I brick up my windows and paint my walls black

It's Walpurgis Night, I'm breaking out of the loony bin
Put on my pig's head mask, freak out
From now on you have four fathers, K.I.Z. sex offenders

Meet me with a guitar under your window, baby, I sing mi amore
Look like shit, but I fuck you anyway, Nico, Nico, Briatore?
The devil wears Prada, God wears Picaldi
Your mother sells her pussy in front of Aldi
Into the club, dicks in the air
Your bride has my sausage in, Cordon bleu, tötörötö
Huge trunk, huge hate, huge appetite
You think you're with your wife at Ikea, because she's fallen in love with a closet
With knife and fork, the pig's head mask on my face through the window
The Bonhoeffer out to the north of Berlin, trustworthy hitchhiker
Massimo-style, I drive with vodka in the gearbox
From the first advance I buy myself a kidney
And a new liver and a new lung
Tarek, please, please make a backup, because I'm hyperventilating
And if she doesn't want to fuck, I think fuck it
Take the penis and hit her with a graze
Your old lady collects mushrooms every weekend, but not in the forest

The sun shines out of my ass
Your album seems to me, me, me to be quite shitty

It's Walpurgis Night, I'm breaking out of the loony bin
Put on my pig's head mask, freak out
From now on you have four fathers, K.I.Z. sex offenders

I'm styled up, polo shirt
Pedicure, manicure, cucumber mask
Tanned at Solarent
I make myself beautiful before I slaughter whores
Witching hour, time for my round, Skinhead Black wants a human sacrifice
Hydrochloric acid in my water gun, a typical K.I.Z. thigh slapper
Hate the bunker, after this CD you're a subtenant in my doghouse
Hang your gold record on the wall, we have platinum plates in the lower lip
Now there's a new boss in your house, Tarek K.I.Z. has changed the lock
You listen over the intercom as I chase your sister with salt and pepper
Your dad my new financier, mine looks like the Hellraiser
I'll pick you up like a field hunter, God is a ref and gave me eleven meters
Because I'm a pimp, on my sack a pentagram
Call me the sex terrorist, because I blow up your intestine

The sun shines out of my ass
Your album seems to me, me, me to be quite shitty

It's Walpurgis Night, I'm breaking out of the loony bin
Put on my pig's head mask, freak out
From now on you have four fathers, K.I.Z. sex offenders

It's Walpurgis Night, I'm breaking out of the loony bin
Put on my pig's head mask, freak out
From now on you have four fathers, K.I.Z. sex offenders

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