[Part 1: Kollegah]
Hey, you don't go out anymore because you're afraid of finding me outside
Like the champagne stains from my panther carpet
It's better that way, because a punch will hit you Crackbitch
Fucks away with the impact of a volley from a pump gun
So, punk, hide, when I'm there, lower your head
Because now your spine looks like a question mark
I pull out my fist and you let out screams of panic
Because you're as delicate as a Stradivarius violin, clown
Sex in a Benz on Kokanasen, she asks me: Will you get in touch?< br/>And I say: You probably also believe in the existence of the Easter Bunny
Even if my texts have no message
Like the Colombian president, I have residences in Bogota
White gold flashes, you take trembling iPhone pics when you meet me after
Live shows, the cops found Coke in my second home
But I stay cool, because I have a Jewish right-winger
Ow Also having sex with 5 bitches from the jury
[Hook: Kollegah]
Arrogant and pumped up
Doped dealer, Cohibas, blue haze
Yeah, we are the best
Banal statement , but we are the best
Arrogant and pumped up
Doped dealers, Cohibas, blue haze
I blow the smoke
Into your face, you bitch are choking on a coughing fit
[Part 2: Farid Bang]
Hey, I fuck fashion dolls, ballers with bullet casings
And if you fax, I'll draw the gun like archers
Push yourself as a womanizer, shoot, run fast
But I want to know what your protective vest can handle
Nada, whore, I make money like a G
Most rappers aren't who you think they are
Dealers in the charts or in VIP with stars
Marc Terenzi and I have Gina-Lisa's ass in common
Anyone who says that Farid is a nobody
Is playing to themselves like a guitarist
Sexy chickens look at the Bentley radiator
Because Farid is a dream man like Freddy Krüger
Hand over Jacky, do you think you can chase me away?
I'll take my legs in my hands, I have to I have sex
Six years of rap, it's heading towards Hawaii
If I can't get anything going, it has to be kickboxing
[Hook: Kollegah]
[Part 3: Kollegah]< br/>Gold chain, South Sea tan, S-Class, Gucci glasses
Top models in the villa, man, who fuckin' with me?
I give speed in the Testarossa
And speed on you past that you fly off your Vespa scooter
I hold my arm out when I drive through the streets
Then the jet black car leans to the left
I met your mum a few times here and there, she's working on the road crossing as if she's tracing the road markings
[Part 4: Farid Bang]
Farid is back at a mass brawl
We're attacking you because it says NY on your cap
Weapon always with you, I'll fuck up your neighborhood
Because you're on Hartz as if you were on the low mountain range
Supposedly you could a few new crews rap well
But all I see are little pissants like in school toilets
I have to save the future, too much Bruce Darnell
Kollegah, Farid Bang, the best crew in the world
[Hook: Kollegah]

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