https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=INcDZD5IAAk&list=PLUTJ_l7R4WaenZuQErSIDjvIMq6H1aHca&index=9You knocked on my door and I've opened
Then you showed your styles, I got you laughed at
Because unfortunately there is nothing and there is never what geh'n
Because you will never seh'n Michael Jordan in Fila
Your Raps I do aus'm Po Klo Listings
By flushing the whole still has more flow
Anyway, since you stand still, as auf'm graduation photo
You are good for music, as the Beatles Yoko
Ono - Oh no, no, no, no / bring me fun, like Star Wars in Mono
Have as much style as a Cornetto ice
And much plan cool beats, like Abel's brother
Because your are dead and thin as crispbread
And your visit at Karstadt Styles SALE
And is at your crap
Even just a little idea 'at, then buy' I freely
Not because they maybe worth much for me
I do not want to be longer detained in prison
Dear sir toy, hop hop, off with your scrap
Mach to the door from the outside and call me God ...
[Hook]
[Part II - Denyo:]
While my goggle your Mucke shows
And you hope that I ask 'where is my spit remains
Wish I, you have no 'ready style, nothing at the start and nothing on it
Your rap is hingefurzt and I Carry the window
In helps nix, no women in bikini
Long legs, short, long short times in rhymes
Your Song No. 1, but your Styles burned cookies
You take 'n sheet vor'm mouth and I rolled to the Joint Papers
No type, you have nothing auf'm box
Your bass is fast war'n on diet and your Beats
With your pool parties you chillin fully cool
But do not roll your rhyme times with wheelchair
Of course you can hear 1 bring thee, still 100 meters, it is platschen
With you not there in the hands- but to smack you
You whistle, I flutsch yourself in 'ner Bong
And have instead deim 'Bass in' ner box rather rest in a box
You're going in great demand, but are more than hoarse
Are you majestically is Roland Kaiser
All should know that with you nothing goes
Because you express yourself as
Teens pimples during puberty
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[Part III -]
An evening with you is like a week with flu, ey
My Style hundred joints and your style a fag ey,
As Gitte, hey, I have stage fright, but rather you snip away
Smoke 'prefer my Cheeba when your dirt
Look, Styles like mine, there will be only once
While I kick Styles', you will walk next
Fall into the abyss Style and lying down there
Will eventually together with Clogs and Muscle-shirts and so found
Unfavorable, your art is artificial as silicone tits
Full not so hot and not nearly as controversial
Everyone knows that your style is copied, is stolen
He can go to hell anyone who is familiar with Rap
You want to come to the phone, come into the slippers
In the cell, around the corner your grandma called
Ever's is now time that you go, you
Tell no 'that you were here, you know ...
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