Yeah!

You son of a bitch, your grace period ends here
Sonny mixes the poison like an alchemist
Yeah, funny, funny, you satirist
Who wants to play? There's no referee on the street
We storm your vegan flatshare masked
Because you're a son of a bitch on a scale of one to ten, yeah
Your favorite rappers eat killers
While my account balance rises like an electricity meter
If you take my name in your mouth
I'll fuck your mother and she says you're not a wanted child
I want you to kill yourself, take another sip, you darling
And I hope you choke on your Club-Mate
On your label are only freaks like at the Love Parade
Sonny bounces the beat and your freak father raves
Front garden, own home and daycare voucher
But I fuck too many mothers to be a square
I don't need any cunts from Telekom to communicate
I press hate sermons on CD-ROM
I'm in a bad mood, punch your father at the shooting festival
And your whore mother is at a loss for words like in a fill-in-the-blank text
I step on your heads like in Mario Land
And your A-celebrities file for personal bankruptcy, I am
More controversial than your favorite Nazi bands
I cook the crystal meth for Volker Beck, the party stallion
And now don't act like superstars, you village Tupacs
Because I created you like George Lucas Stormtroopers
Here rap twenty years of relevance
I piss on your heads and you fools do a rain dance
This is knife stabbing and not Taekwondo
The Google server against a damn MacBook Pro
Sweatpants Sinatra, I did it my way
The black hands come from counting money, Black Friday

I'm the verbal-spit Smith Wesson
Back to business
I'm a star, I don't battle no more
It's a blessing and a curse to be the best and the first
I'm a motherfucking star, don't ever forget
The verbal-spit Smith Wesson
I'm a star, I don't battle no more
It's a blessing and a curse to be the best
I'm a motherfucking star, don't ever forget (all right now)
Uh pardon uh! As I come back, as I come back
Uh pardon uh! As I come back, as I come back

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