Just one more word and the album is done
I can't think of it, the punchline is missing
The meaning of life is missing
And uh, bitch, whore, cunt, that's not it
Ah, wait, I got it
Whore, whore, yeah exactly whore
Yeah, I got it, whore, whore
Amina Koyim I have to pronounce it differently
Whore
That's it! I got it! So, I'm done
Wait, wait a minute, I think I have to vomit
No, no, never mind, OK we can start recording

Whore, I'm the first rapper with content and message
It's about drugs, whores and always about McDonald's
Rappers make announcements and cancellations
With tracks that sound like dick-sucking ballads
Dealing drugs is the basis for rap singles
You come with punchlines, I come from Maastricht with cuttings
Plastic bags with cannabis leaf and zip closure
Somehow, crime always pays off
Who cares about your opinion, whore?
You complain about style and coolness, rhyme structures
I have crumpled wads instead of a golden Mastercard
I fuck your mom, because today is Father's Day
I stuff myself with aioli and tapas dishes
I plant whole weed plantations with drug godfathers
I hit your New Era cap
And you say I find your foot tasty, Daddy!

I piss on the mic and the music sounds fatter
Than 90% of the son of a bitch rappers
0.9 (S), 0.9 (S), 0.9 (I), 0.9 (O)
I piss on the mic and I'm still on beat
You sluts in Chucks with lip gloss for shine
0.9 (S), 0.9 (S), 0.9 (I), 0.9 (O)

Tannenbusch, whore!
Boiling crack businesses
Golden chain love, Polish rim thieves
V12 engines parked on bricks
You wake up shocked in the morning with shit streaks in your ass
(Whore's son) Where are your low-profile slippers?
Deal weed packs out of Eastpak bags
Mailbox always full, many envelopes
You already need financing plans for 5 grams of weed
Stupid whores want emotional support
After a few bars they brush their teeth with my dick, bomb Ivory there
Strawberry tubers, whose effect easily drum your nerve
At 2 a.m. you hear damage cries
Where you are already dreaming, from Manga drawings
But Pokemon is compared to German rap
A gangster film, in which pearl white stuff is stretched

I piss on the mic and the music sounds fatter
Than 90% of the son of a bitch rappers
0.9 (S), 0.9 (S), 0.9 (I), 0.9 (O)
I piss on the mic and I'm still on beat
You sluts in Chucks with lip gloss for shine
0.9 (S), 0.9 (S), 0.9 (I), 0.9 (O)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah here 0.9 for you

I piss on the mic and the music sounds fatter
Than 90% of the son of a bitch rappers
0.9 (S), 0.9 (S), 0.9 (I), 0.9 (O)
I piss on the mic and I'm still on beat
You sluts in Chucks with lip gloss for shine
0.9 (S), 0.9 (S), 0.9 (I), 0.9 (O)

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