I asked around a bit among your old buddies and colleagues
Everyone says "I never want to meet this son of a bitch again!"
Today you're a wannabe battle rapper on JuliensBlog
Back then, you were bullied by foreigners at school
Your old buddy Benni says you never showed your true face
Because secretly you were a xenophobic racist pig
You good-for-nothing dropped out of school after the eighth year
And then joined a neo-Nazi group
At some point you started with right-wing radical German rap
While you tagged swastikas on the house walls with your Nazi friends
You are forsaken by God
I'm going to shoot you in the head
And burn you bastard along with your combat boots and bomber jackets
Fuck you, because I'm going to technically kill you in the battle
In my eyes, you have no right to exist
I'll blow your disabled bald head away with projectiles from the magazine
Hey you tiny skinhead Gio, I'll call you Sarrazin
Now you're going to get knives like in a Hollywood splatter, you complete idiot
And in the background, symphonic orchestras are playing
Yo, soon you'll be dead like that big notorious fatso
Because I shoot Nazis like Brad Pitt in Inglorious Bastards

Gio, come on with a dozen of your Nazi boys
The green Hulk and the yellow sponge, we'll smash you
You hustler fuck unshaven bums in train station toilets
And die of gonorrhea, you unemployed Hartz IV recipient
We'll carve a swastika into your rotten face
You proud Nazi aren't even Aryan-German yourself
Nobody votes for the NPD, what you're doing isn't rap but web.de

Recently I met your bitch, the little dirty Jessica
Yo, she says she's never seen such a hard erection before
She moaned loudly while jerking off "You have the biggest cock"
Wanted to ride it, but got acrophobia at the sight
Writes to her girlfriends on Facebook "This sponge has a long one!"
Yo, my cock has the volume of two barbell rods
And then texted me every ten minutes on WhatsApp
"Can I please get some more cock from Sponge, the boss rapper?"
Sympathy through self-irony, the child's nightmare, who fucks himself on tracks
That could work if you had hidden your ugly face
You cock sucker are fame hungry
diss yourself, but you're not Eminem and JuliensBlogBattle isn't 8 Mile
You poor sucker, buy your slut a fancy dress
Yo, instead you spend your time at a train station collecting cigarette butts
You make love songs for your girlfriend and your fans listen to them
And then you tell everyone that you know her from a dating site
Yo the rotten slut gets a deep choke from me, then takes hits
My cock fills her mouth like Gio Hartz IV applications
You social parasite scrounge likes on the internet
Have twenty kids and then get rich through child benefit
I shave battle rap and Gio has a bald head
Bitch I kill with the shotgun this godless atheist
And it's clear that Sponge destroys you
You may be an atheist but there is a God who judges you (Bozz)

Gio, come on with a dozen of your Nazi boys
The green Hulk and the yellow sponge, we'll smash you
You hustler fuck unshaven bums in train station toilets
And die of gonorrhea, you unemployed Hartz IV recipient
We'll carve a swastika into your rotten face
You proud Nazi aren't even Aryan-German yourself
Nobody votes for the NPD, what you're doing isn't rap but web.de

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