Gotta kill 'em, Majordeal is big
Models in the presidential suite on coke
Let traitors go for peace of mind
Diego Sun is back, I stand until death
Background white, Star of David blue, soul black, laser target is red
Tick off your wannabe Tony Montanas again the Jay-Packs for the Oak
Shalom alechem, load the AK-47 and start a chaos crime
Warning to rap camps, satan el diablo, say hello to the MAC-10
Full Metal Ammo goes bang-bang
Family Saado connection, no one who pays for paid protection
For years with godfathers from Essen, flee
Before the task force agents discover the crime scene
Kill rap, adrenaline in the veins
Pull the TEC like a line of amphetamine
Demon blood in my veins, come from hell
Like the four horsemen of the apocalypse, make way
Hang in the S-Coupe like an air freshener, pump the hood sound
Every bum rapper acts up, but I spit on it
Sons of bitches are on clubhouse, bullets in the TEC barrel
And the game dissolves into thin air like the Kush smoke
Bbm, Gang-Raid
Narcotraffic in the Bentley
Camera flash light blinds
Gang-shit, Saado-Clan is the family
Sorry, lately Salah has been answering fan mails for me
Because when Sunny comes back, he sets the scene on fire again like the Hellgate
The original, your Spotify charts sound like a hit medley of pop music
Ra-ta-ta-ta, until all the bottles' blood spurts from the carotid artery like champagne
Yes, I rap too rarely and don't have much, but what I have is handmade
I'm the real self-made, the sponge head in clips
Came with martial artist kick like a sensei
Started from the bottom, back then sacrificing every day for rap fame
From the doubletime-spitting stoner who sweeps away bitches like a hurricane twister
To the G with the Uzi, sieve the pussies, a flying shot in your jaw
You bitch want war in the hood
And it's in the air like a gun imprinting Max Payne
Sunny the king, kiss the Star of David ring, no handshakes!
Money and bling, because he drips abnormally like Black Rain
Push the white like Homer when it snows
You see regular customers happily leaving
And they are in heaven after a few white lines like particulate matter chemtrails
In the glove compartment clips, the Gat sprayed (drrr)
Your ass gets banged, these are after-effects without animation film templates
Roll with the gang, we come together like you
When you get a cumshot in the crack face
Fifteen years of foreplay, bitch, now it's apocalyptic endgame
Access all areas, backstage full of gang members
Stay collateral damager and the AK my manager
Back like the predator, rapping Avenger
Protected by the Rothschild circle, as if I were Captain America
Louis sweater waisted Burberry vintage jeans
Uzis, Hecklars spray, we murder the industry
Shed blood like Wagyu steaks, emergency in the streets
When a bullet hit shoots straight into the brain like Tilidin
A beauty channel baby, she twerks like in TikTok memes
Groupie sex backstage, your girlfriend is Billie Jean
Take her like a moonwalk slide from behind
Because she knows the New York Times article
"Jewish Rapper Takes On Germany's Hip-Hop Scene"
Back from the death like the grim reaper's back
No fear of death, I even give the grim reaper back
Don't make half a million deals if you play Al Pacino
Where I come from, stilettos are not Valentino heels
Today every junkie bitch makes music on Percocets
Even more B-ware on average than in a Burberry boutique
Labels have to watch when I kill their crewmates
Fuck the game, everyone copies the UK drill like a Blu-Ray movie
I've deepthroated more rappers than weed smoke
Everyone has the zip code in their name, but no one knows the street code
Seven-figure Universal deal, legend Freddie Mercury
Americans say, "Sunny is the Eminem of Germany"
Million dollar sponge rap about drugs and violence
100k a month, only my coke earns more
Crack is pushed in the nightlife, I'm in the hood at crime time
They come with police squads like Brooklyn Nine-Nine
Death star whip like Amaru Shakur, mafia structure
Habibi, stitches for your back, no acupuncture
Ah, I come with ghetto gangs from NRW
And cops scan me like an MRI
If I want, you pay protection to coke dealer mafia
Put you under pressure with money like with raw diamond jewelry
More percentages at tables than with a Tennessee whiskey
Because I do family business like the Kardashian bitches
Ah, you get stares from Lebanese
Better not open the door when Lebanese ring
I'm not a love poet, I shoot from the seven-seater in beef
Bitch, you come with Friederichs, I with peace judges
The profit goes to the bikers, rap is Tour de France
You son of a bitch, step on the Ruhr concrete with Louboutins
Pay for the back like a basketball jersey
Got cold turkey from Shem-Shem, so expect no mercy
Rocker protects you from rocker, clan protects you from clan
I've long seen through the scam, gun in the back seat
In the Gianni jogger white (white), you junkie victim know
They put a bounty on me, I only have money on my mind
In the trunk a few million and a few kilos of Jayjo
But stay tranquilo, spliff haze, step into the casino with rainbow
Rap is a comedian game show, I'm not your Habibo, you fame hoe
No one can touch me, because Salah is amigo like Quavo
I wear FILA, Kappa, Helly Hansen
You biatch act like a Pidaras in shisha clubs on belly dance bitch
Bbm, family clan like Kelly Family
Look how we make more C.R.e.a.m. than Ben & Jerry's
Life is sweet, Peanut butter Jelly Sandwich
Dress code Para, more net cash than Death-Row-Youngster
Back from the Gutter, bang your Crack-Hoe-Mama
Like Techno-Gabber, come with ghetto babas on Westcoast-Choppers
Magnums rattle, I have murder motives like the Death Note manga
I only fuck with money, I multiply the money
Make paper so fast, as if I would fell the rainforest
As if I had to fill the S-Coupé with kerosene
More horsepower than cash, more fixed costs than heroin junkies
Kobe beef at business dinners, the rest can eat dirt
I let bullets fly on rats like Ash Ketchum
Today men look like women and rappers like a pop star diva
Your top has spaghetti straps like L'Osteria
Make big-booty-twerking groupie girls understand Beyda
Sell Bad Moms Jay like a Universal A&R
Even if we don't go to number one with the release
I fuck more influencers than Article 13
Coke transport in the truck, I call it line bus
Always sums in my head, as if I had tinnitus
Stay sober, the Ha-Satan wants to mislead me
You peasants are honorless like in drought times
Mashallaw, I kick these hip-hop nerds
Bitch, not only in Tekken 7 my hits are confirmed
I could protect the whole game with Lebanese
Come to BBM, we got your back
Studio quarantine, Coolio atmosphere
Adolf Hitler, Attila Hildmann son of a bitch parallel
Ghetto millionaire, I wear Bottega and Adidas
Best rapper in Germany: "Sun Diego, Kollegah and Ali As"
Duck like a limbo dancer, bullets from the limo window
One question: Why does son of a bitch rhyme with influencer?
Artists have no value, mothers are dishonored today
Look, I fuck your asses, but I kiss your heart
When I'm done, they clean shoes for minimum wage
German rap is a newcomer son of a bitch inflation
You are funny like Chris Tucker, all junkie dick suckers
I fuck rappers from the wrist like Munich Wrist Busters
You get kicked from your label, I'm at the marketing kickoff
You are the son of a bitch of rap, I am the father of hip-hop
The lieutenant pulls out the Glock
I don't play Tetris
But I often bring the block sound and fuck Germany like the lockdown
Death ignorant, known to the police
Bitch, I'm not Messi, but the apartment is bugged
And if my son sees, tax office raids daddy
I say: "No worries, those are just a few paparazzi, yes!"
Life long anti-Semitism, all money goes to the tax office
They want to nail me to the wood, as if Sunny was Jesus Christ
Wanted by the state, paranoid from cocaine
I evade taxes and I pull behind the wheel
In the Mercedes, the jibs spliff in a film-like way
Windows opaque against flash light
Away with your wank fingers, today big pimpin'
Back then tough childhood like Chris Griffin
Used to have the Jay-Packs in the trunk of my Honda
Today I am a made man like Frankenstein's monster
The career path repeats itself, I fuck the internet battles
Greetings to Mike Illustrated, winner at Rapkingz
No figure skater, but an art figure
No nine-to-five, but a luxury watch

Bloody eyes, let my soul burn
Because when the hell demons awaken inside me
Not even the Ha-Satan could stop me
My flames go up to the sky and cover the world
With a devastating shell like the sun
No one will survive in the fire rain, because all people are hate-filled
Ruthless, greedy, murdering savages
Which do not appreciate the gifts and life
They fight each other, commit the sin, but they forget
Eventually each of us has to pay, kill 'em all
I come like the angel of death and bring the end
No one wanted peace, so I start today with the Apocalyptic
Cocaine dealer and parallel icon for children like Gargamel
Dope like Vanilla, my flow is so killer, the deadliest bringer like Azrael
Hang with Wall Street Jews in goldsmith's workshops
Drug traffic in religious wooden figures
They want me behind bars, but have no evidence
We sabotage the recording tracks
Bang stalking groupies in the Porsche coupes
She takes all inclusive like Mallorca tourists
Store seven figures in the pantry
First the heads roll, then the rubles roll
Yves Saint Laurent and Vetements
I'm balling like the Spalding Group or a college student
Wild West, I'm Lucky Luke
You have to duck from the bullets, because my brothers shoot like the Daltons
Bikini Bottom Mafia, the gang in your area
Load the AK-47, aim, spray, take your life, bitch
Counting dollar bills with a jibbit
Your mother is part of my morning routine
Everyone attacks the one who has the ball, but fall
Because in Germany fans still hype my album
These amateurs don't play in my league
I'm a living legend like Ronaldo-Icon
You will get blade
Bum, call the police, they won't get any DNA from my blade
Kiss the ring of the don
Pull the millimeters, dogs want Bela, kill 'em all, I'm the king on concrete
I'm CEO, you're an employee
Make the millions like a Rockefeller
These slut rappers, stack laundered money
For the misfits only as shadow donors
Hang with Crystal-Coke or Hashish dealers
It's business over bitches, money-maker
More risk than brokers, Daytonas on the wrists
Our drip is kosher, don't need an umbrella
Bloody offense, Uzi clips spraying, bullets in the Café Stracciatella
Fuck the bitch industry, they have childish beats
But Indian streams like the Ganges delta
And I grin like Joker, remain an assassin
You are cigarette moochers, not mafia gangsters
Sit in the Rover, sip the Jimmy-Cola
All whistleblowers like the Pied Piper

Bang with AK, hang with mafia, Frank Sinatra
Good coke, but bad karma
Bbm-brigada
Come with the Lebanese to your town and then start a family drama
We are wave makers like Che Guevara
With more shooters than in the Juventus squad
Fuck your rotten mother away
In front of the eyes of your bum father at the campsite
What Latin lover? You are a dick sucker
Alimony payer like this Alan Harper
I have excellent bitches hentai painters
Too many groupies, too few edding markers
Burn like lava, bang from the Black Impala
Strangle you with a phone charger
I'm a business owner
Bitch, my legacy a legend saga like temple magicians
No random chatter about Fendi, Prada
Kick boards again like at Benihana
Run from the border customs officer
Shem-shem in the Champion-Parker, presidential bracelet
Fast like the MAC-10 from West Tirana
Bossaura 2 will be a Genkidama
You have bad cards,
I have the poker face like Lady Gaga, fuck your baby mama
Magnum gunfire on the ghetto strada
Wear sunglasses at night like the Terminator
Because I'm blinded by the Rolls-Royce Phantom spotlight
Stabs for your manager and label partner
Stresser, Banger, rapping stabber, criminal
Real BBMer more members than Hellser Charter
From a dealer to an artist, back then Haram-Massari
Today I make Helal-Para like a charity gala
War-ready, safe breaker in the short baggy
Bitch, I behead enemies like Dom Péri
Give you stitches like in a Shawn Mendes song medley
Palm Angels, Vuitton shirts
Ball heavy like a New York Yankee
More money, more problems?
More money, more Fendi!
No chance, I'm Don on concrete
Come in the Grand Bentley, as if sports rally
Business talks constantly, phone at the ear
Make colorful paper again, no confetti
They play the godfather like Joe Pesci
Bikini Bottom Mafia the company
Inhale Cali weed, as if 24/7, 365 Four-Twenty
Cruise in the Spider like Schumi iced-out
Groupie women in Gucci dresses
Bomb belt, suicider
High roller like sushi master
Jewish Rider, crews are biters
When I come, your tour companions
Crucified like my arms
When I fire into the crowd from the stage with the Uzi
Gang wars, power intrigue
Hang with the Freemason circle like a wrecking ball
Magazines in the display cabinet
Make yellow bills like lampshades
Pull triggers like on chiropractic couch
Pull so many triggers, have to go to the manicure
Pull up in the S-Coupe Mercedes, motherfucker
Shoot a bullet into your brain, a hand-signed one
Cops are hot on the heels like hiking boots
Hot on the heels like Sunny in vocal booths
But have nothing in hand like a mime
Bulls are greased like the polished Lambo bulls
Maximize, maximize, maximize
Labels make losses like in banking crisis
Bum rappers gnawing at the breadline
And meanwhile I drop ten grand at Gucci without trying on
Mafia quarter, tactical games
Annex city districts
No clarification
Because I've served more bottles at the tables than innkeepers
Over the top like Rabbi hats
But stay on the ground landmine
Ups and downs Jump 'n' Run
Brother, this life is like trampolines
Take Shem against Pain, no Champagne
Always pull through streets like towing services
Interpol agents have every move of Sunny on the screen like weather satellites
And I'm not a womanizer
But the groupie bitches are attracted to Sunny like the sponge costumes
Bitch, who wants street beef? See
I'm Real-G, because I transport packages, not messages
Fuck German rappers like
Meanwhile I don't know if I shoot hate or laughter
Give you a slap and break your cervical vertebrae
Like rugby throws
Come from NRW, where the lions don't negotiate with dogs
But pull the sharp one like slaughterhouses
La familia
Record companies want to press my CD, we blackmail record companies
You ride the plastic rail like flat screens
American rap in German, your career long written off
Motherfucker, my career on the other hand now has a crazy peak like a sting bee
Tailored suits like on NASA flights
Bitch, I come and break your nasal wings
Saado family stand in front of you with hot iron and you make the bend like gunsmiths

What's up, you cocksuckers?
Tzäh (you son of a bitch)

Yo, the German rap legend on the battle king throne
I've ended more dreams than an Apple ringtone
Hunt the enemies with Colt, last mega success
Started from the Bottom, only 10k to gold
In the left hand the Basey, right the Desert Eagle Gun
I don't know anything that you can't snort, fuck or shoot
War experienced like a family clan
Whenever things were going well in my life, it was on the wrong track
Cocaine plantations, flow passages, fashion brands, black Royce
The shop is running as if I had Osama in my sights
Cops are hot, because I come with Tommy-Gun like Rocky V
But the sponge head shows the cold shoulder like in hockey fights
Still on plankton weed and crab coke
I remember, back then a yellow slumdog became a made show star
Greetings to my bookmaker, big city jungle Mufasa
Funny, today Mero fanboys think I'm a newcomer
Calculated assassination, then sabotage the crime scene
If I ever sit in a police car, then in a Lamborgini Aventador
Come with the Rockefeller circle like a Jay-Z LP
Shoot at victim rappers lead, still A.C.a.b.
More money than Saudi Arabians, I bang your wife on Viagra
The whore asks: "Ey yo, what's up?", I say: "Hanging out like in Aokigahara"
Everyone does a choreo, pussy rappers are dance students
German rap's mother wants to be banged? Sponge over it!

If you diss them with mother, the back wave with cousins
They think you're stars, but they protect dicks like Durex
Cheap signings in showbiz are as widespread as COVID
Look, I impregnate German rap and have the child aborted like Moses
Black soul, white Bentley, crime talent like Meyer Lansky
Sunny Diego, more angel dust than crematoriums after a biker gang war
Flex powder in the express cruiser, splatter moves, as if it's an action shooter
Executive, back like the last Jew, son of David like Beckham Jr.
This is blood on my T-shirt and not Italian wine, Lebanese circle
You're made a dog like Chinese rice
Top topic, I'm a fabric dealer like Tom Taylor
Rich and young, bills colorful like a cosplayer
Nappa leather in the Panamera, mask wearer like Undertaker
Shoot at haters, few uppercuts, player, afterwards your head is leyla
You get deepthroated like a nympho, no political beefs just an intro
But after this song the music industry needs dolphin therapy like Inscope
In the basement stacks, do like Rockefeller's cash
That from Jay comes like back then this "Umbrella" text, make wave now
Bitch, I have like Wella Flex
The gang is back, you'll catch bullets like a tennis net
Because I see the parasite in your eyes, as if it was Men in Black
Roll in the Rolls-Royce Phantom on chrome, squander tax money for blow
Your gang looks like boy group members with tanning lotion
I make euro stacks at the show
Bro, German rappers are broke
Sip the Hennessy Coke, kill the enemies slow
Because they only make pseudo reggae like Snow
Custom-made, handmade engraving in my Brauner Mic
Groupies are always horny, Jew like South Park Kyle
Haze spliffen, Champagne sippen, Jay sniffen, fuck the game
Never fall in love, but you cunt face give a cunt face like during
Facesitting
Boxing machine, K.O. knocker
Eat red lobster, hang with Kosher Nostra
You are drug victims, have millions of dollars
In the Rimowa suitcase, pack coke rocks
49, flow monster
Shoot high Okocha
I'm a goal getter, you're a show stopper
I'm a globetrotter like Gold Roger
Hi, hater, bye, hater!
Enemies hang in my dry ager
Bring little kilos on the scale, but walk around like two meters, no problem
White welded with hot glue
Wear fillings again on the Nike tread
Tick Shem again under the skyscraper
Bulls make eye like eye laser
Step into the booth, fuck your mother again
Again the same beat and same rhyme scheme
They copy, nobody in the scene has talent
But a writer, newcomers are all hype chasers
Don't hit any notes, want to sing, have disgusting voices
But Auto-Tune was life changer
Today I'm at the number one major
Motherfucker, hustle now, shine later
Drug raids on high sea yachts
Gs under power like in death rows
You stick to bikers' asses like a motorcycle saddle
My conscience is as pure as my coke paste
Your people take photos for fashion brands
My people take photos for SOKO files
Motherfucker, pull the gun and give you a bullet
Because dishonorable dogs can't be slaughtered kosher
Small people, big power
I have a box seat like an opera guest
Send Shem in a minivan, fuck your child gang
Silver Benz, see how the brilliants shine
I'm with the criminal clans, have the influence like city banks
And float above the ground Hovercraft
Everyone wants a part of my millions
But I brought myself up all by myself
Wear bandana, no corona masks
No sleep like at death watches
Keep away from the rappers
Because in the business more bitch moves than on yoga mats
My hoes have capsules in their Goyard bags
Cook crack and bake chocolate muffins on the side
With coconut flakes, big city hustle
Money lowkey wash at Comer banks with Rothschild coat of arms
You are broke dudes, who only talk about coal at a shisha
Money long like Goliath's shadow
We walk over corpses, motherfucker, bloody way
Wear the Louboutins with the red bottoms
They want to tap my phone
Quickly take a few million with me
Before the po-pos bust the straw man like bird claws
Pennerrapper mix Colabier, I mix codeine with Robitussin
The nine-milly loaded in the silver Bugatti
Kill like Illuminati villas on Bali
Your cheap mommy pulls after fucking
The lips after in the reflections of my Cartier sunglasses
Spliffe the Cali, make illegal Massari
Drip like tsunamis, I'm at millionaire parties
Chased by Interpol, because I'm ticking pills from the Tilidin to rappers
Who are on drill like Seargents
Hey, your best case is my worst case
Fuck curved babes and your girl blows
I go first date to the third base
Like center fielder at the World Games
Hey, I lick around with her like at first aid
On the backseat in front of the flatscreen
Hey, we listen to Drake, and we're burnin' haze
Let the bitch pull like Earl Grey
Sipp' Bacardi-Ice and she twerks, shakes
We gon' party like it's your birthday
But I won't fuck her again
Because from the hoe you get rashes like from earthquakes
Bring wordplays for the nerd brains, when I take Percs and laze the verse
Get the purest flex from New Jersey
I have the Jay contacts like turntables
Always pushed the kilos, but was never at a curl stage
Cops fuck head like brain cancer
Bitch, but I lie straight at the interrogation
Drip like surf waves, drip like squirt tapes
Fuck every German rapper dead, because I need a little more workspace
Shoot with weapons, bullets in the neck no pearl chains
You owe bastard chunks, because Sunny finds that fair like at Serways
You are internet Gs with a jerk face
Nique la police, spliffe Jibbits in the silver Jeep
Bitch, I chill in a villa on the beach
Bring the killer release like the purge day

Ah, today Germany gives me probs for every verse I drop
I'm disturbed in my head, too turned off by the Ot
Again the cop interrogates me, Coke in the Burberry socks
Because I make frogs with stuff Kermit the frog
Grew up between high-rise blocks and rain showers
Snitches and the cops fuck my head like a head trauma
Look at us today, more drip than in a Swedish sauna
Bro, because we flex with the ice, as if we were snow sculptors
Fixed on baguettes like chicken teriyaki
My chain has karate, kid, like Mr. Miyagi
Fuck your mommy, bitch, I sit in a Rari, king in the streets
A Jew leads Germany's hit lists like Hitler the Nazis
I'm not like these rappers here and flex with money
Bitch, packs are ordered, bitch, I buy flex with money
Bodypacks so big, couriers wear 6XL again
Backroom business like catering in the backstage tent
Handover on the highway in some dirt motel
One train and you're on action hero
We are underworlders, they get in Essen bells
When rappers bark, better give respect, you cur
Young Yahoudi, stay until the last one falls
Real BBMer cop killer like RAF rebels
Land in the private jet, touchdown like at NFL
Few million change under the bed frame sexual!
Bossaura 2, back to back like at the Wild West duel
What for Demon-Time? I send you back to hell
I get you out of your Netflix world
Which German rapper ticks the powder
Fucks mom and writes his lyrics himself on the side?
Yeah, I smoke the grass joints
And I'm stoned at sunrise like the gargoyles
Kill rappers like an overdose of crack
That's no image, because I cap at most in the synagogue
Groupie sluts think Sunny is Puffy
But I only hit with rubber like Monkey D. Ruffy
Yeah, thousand bitches in the private phone
But I piss on them like
Ybm, real hype, no put-on clown trap
You sell stolen rap as cloud rap
This is not a diss, this is a live report
And without auto-tune it can go wrong, greetings to HYPE Awards
Fly like the Twin Tower jets, you can battle the Sig Sauer
Rappers are on LEVEL, but not on my level
Fuck your event, I organize a few bloodbaths
Only pussies at Amazon suf LEVEL like in Tomb Raider
Since I was gone, too many victims crawled out of the hole
A kilo of Cali Kush was my last drop of the week (tfu)
Today on every release Friday
More junkies on the road than on the New Orleans highway
Authorities want me behind sixteen bars
But if I land behind bars, it's tables in the midweek charts
More earnings in the business than a large family baba
Rappers cover songs and get Modus-Mio cover
You're a dog that doesn't even own the leasing Benz
I destroyed the weekend trends and it's me against the world
Every second streaming act makes a hundred million easy clap
Funny, German rappers chart in Hong Kong like BTS
What's the point of bought hype if they play an empty hall?
Where are the clicks now? I think Kai is in the Maldives
Sunny47, bitch, The Voice is back in the rap game
And today you can finally say: "German rap is fresher than ever"
I want to apologize to 2Pac and Biggie
Eazy-e, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg and Diddy
Nate Dogg, DMX, Luda, Ja Rule and Xzibit
Nelly, Jay-Z, D12 and Eminem, G-Unit and 50
Travis Scott, Migos, Post Malone, Gucci Mane, Drizzy
Xxx, Pop Smoke, Juice WRLD and Nipsey
I'm sorry from the bottom of my heart, this goes to all rap eras
Because I'm so embarrassed for our shit scene
No ego complex but buy for my ego complexes
The last rescue for the game is a Sun-Diego comeback
I want more money, more villas, sea and private beaches
Because "German rap is a son of a bitch", quote end (quote end, quote end, quote end)

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