[Part 1: Maxim]
I sail onto the stage with my sack quite unexpectedly
Present body[?] with my gangster attitude
You're a prude, buy yourself cucumbers, to practice
Instead of playing the man or lying about your dick
I have muscles and show them to your crew
Each of you goes home with a [?] tattoo
You're not a gangster like me
You'll be kicked out of the window at 100 km/h
I'll be afraid and send your wife to the bottom
Show me your teeth, I'll smash your teeth
Until you realize your life is worth nothing
Except twenty cents for each suitor
You're proud of your crew, I'm only proud of my balls
Them Most women come naked backstage to party
Bacardi or champagne bottles shoved up their ass
It's gang decadence, homie, caviar and sex
I sell crack to buy coke
/>Your crew is ugly from smoking baking soda
I'm chilling in my limo, watching you walk to work
Make money rapping even without rhymes and shoot you all dead
[Hook] (x4)
Rap for money, rap for groupies
[Part 2: Nico]
Uranium and anthrax, my status symbols
You'll get hit in the mouth with the karate gun
Me come naked, you tell me what a gee you are
You see my cock, yours shrinks into a clitoris
You see my sword, your knife is suddenly a nail file
You see my rims, yours dry up into bicycle spokes
For breakfast I stab the [?]
Your gang from above in the head while paragliding
Still she wants autographs when I bang you'
You want to give me your girlfriend? Do I know you?
I'll come with [?] and fuck the bigwigs
You alone are scared because I'm wearing Lonsdale
I [?], park in the neon yellow monster truck
Drive you and your bigwigs and your mongos to death
I'll scare your hood until you're out cold
If I'm writing a text, I'll stab you with the pen
Hooker, you want to join me Thank you karate father
I'll just briefly show the rest of the goods the barriers
You're cold naked on the street in the winter
Think about my cock, it gives you warm thoughts
[Hook] (x4)

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