They want to silence me like Troubadix
Better try to extinguish a volcano with a bucket of water, a good joke
Making a fool of themselves on Insta, the zoos have to close
Thought I was a humanist, but would welcome death
Talking nonsense, fleeing from the countryside, sucking dicks in the big city
Throwing grenades around in Mitte, mixing brains with orange juice
Brother Smoove watches me as I slaughter the rappers, your stuff
Hate you, but why it wasn't clear until today
Dude, you're lame! If you're swaggy, I'm a dog
You loser only watch video interviews to jerk off
Your album was heavily promoted, it was crap, retire
He plays wind instruments, preferably the bassoon
Looking for smegma under foreskins, your idol leaves the stage
Much earlier full of anticipation for the boys
He has to pretend his rapper image, call me when the shit hits the fan
I'll come and give your bitch dick, I'm Batman

They no longer know what's right and wrong
Don't want to go out because the mood is cold
Are saddened, seeking help and support
When it pops, call me because (I'm Batman!)
They no longer know what's right and wrong
Don't want to go out because the mood is cold
Are saddened, seeking help and support
When it pops, call me because (I'm Batman!)

They want to see blood when I rap
That's why I send chain chats to MCs, Essah's Blue Whale Challenge
First, cut your arms nicely, then jump from a roof
I don't give a fuck about you, sing happily dingeling like Die Atzen
Look, all facts, dude, shit on your life, you'd be better off dead
Mentioned in a necrologue as a complete idiot
And don't pretend to be a player with a cave, even perverts say, "I won't do it!"
Fresh-Fresh-Fresh showered and still somehow smells like crab chips
I don't hear when you monkey speak, lie down on the floor
And I vomit in your face, as if I were drunk, ask Tribe
Industry rule number 4080 is
Everyone in this business here is jerked off
Please fuck me off, I cut you with a clean cut
And live on in your skull, rap until you despair and get a tick
Because dead MCs don't lie, show that you hang yourself
Rappers run like in a race, I'm Batman

They no longer know what's right and wrong
Don't want to go out because the mood is cold
Are saddened, seeking help and support
When it pops, call me because (I'm Batman!)
They no longer know what's right and wrong
Don't want to go out because the mood is cold
Are saddened, seeking help and support
When it pops, call me because (I'm Batman!)

Right and wrong
The mood is cold
Seeking help and support
Right and wrong
The mood is cold
Seeking help and support

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