It's about rap and in that I'm like Saitama for you
You little bitch also do ghetto, but live like a farmer
You're into brand stuff
I watch the Baki seasons
2021, ghetto rap in flip flops
Ash's voice becomes a hypnotist
You want back to the street, do I look like a TripAdvisor
Please cry quieter, I'm a star for the kids
Because I was only hugged once when there was a headlock
I'm the exact opposite of the playlist sound
But for that I have muscles and know how to lift weights
Ash is the spearhead, fuck your origin jokes
Your shitty career wobbles like a testo tit
You herpes lip, lick on Bugatti shoe soles
I was never a rapper, I was like Naruto Uzumaki
Ash with the model face, yes, it's really me
Pussy magnet like labia piercing

I always went my way, no matter how ugly
I trusted the wrong ones too often
They throw my mistakes like a shuriken technically
Try to hit me, but I run straight ahead

When the shuriken flies
The blood drips onto the white Nikes
And I realize, I'm the last shinobi
Between a thousand snakes they want at my neck
And they always flee
When the shuriken flies
Aim at the enemies and they pay the price
And I often felt, they want to see me dead
But today it's them (yeah), who die of envy

While you drink white wine with your rich friends
I stand drunk at the party in the Muay Thai stance
Ash, I get reported every week
Fuck your Ami style, I bring German rap the sparring vibe
I do a hundred push-ups and then I fuck you
You incest child, I command and please not
Don't act tough, I'll break your nasal cartilage
What remains is ash, becomes the cherry on the cream cake
You get stings like in a wasp nest
And you little bitch start to tremble, like aspen leaves
I make the ghetto sound, even if they exclude me
Every day in fist fights, like kids in Southampton
Back then in the Renault Clio through Odessa
Today stylish criminal like Vito Scarletta
Overnight to rap star and they know my beats
Became from convict to model like Jeremy Meeks

I always went my way, no matter how ugly
I trusted the wrong ones too often
They throw my mistakes like a shuriken technically
Try to hit me, but I run straight ahead

When the shuriken flies
The blood drips onto the white Nikes
And I realize, I'm the last shinobi
Between a thousand snakes they want at my neck
And they always flee
When the shuriken flies
Aim at the enemies and they pay the price
And I often felt, they want to see me dead
But today it's them, who die of envy

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