Red = Steini's vocals
Green = Hössi's vocals
Blue = Omar's vocals
Until there was you we didn't know what to
do but I don't give a fuck about the things that I blew. Sucker
MC don't you love me, wanna have me, wanna que me, one two three.
It's just a modest proposal from a boy anti-social, scraping the
skin of our culture, civilized vulture. Do me in, don't make me
sin, I wanna win, I'm doing so good I can't go through it again.
I bomb the mic like a fascist, Adolf Hitler,
comin' through with no remorse, put some bit in the pitcher. Rise
up from the sea like a godzilla straight up through your mind with
my armour plated drilla. I don't give a fuck what you think about
this shit, 'cause I'm in it for the money never out to make a hit.
If you can't take it like I said get a grip 'cause I'm here to fucking
stay like the warts on your dick.
Stick 'em up.
So won't you make a man out of me, I've gotta
be, connected computerized son of a bitch, makes me itch, sucker
for life. I can't decide darkness or light or just a heavenly fright.
Stick it, I'm tired I'm bored, I'm trying so hard and I can't be
adored. So the sound brakes through from one tone, gives me no choice
I can't be alone.
Yeah, I caught the moments, said it was a
treasure over ... limit. And when I shoot you all down, yes I wasn't
in it. What I feel was a thorn ... I ... at the time in the ding
dong. A three days and an hour since I vibrated .. let you down
... this is why I should, 'cause I do try, in a harmony ...