It started in '98, I screwed rappers
Now it's 2006, and I'm back in business
And I still screw every rapper,
Every label,
Every newspaper,
Every faker,
Every major
The time is up for all you cripples
Just a banger back then,
Everyone ignored me
But I've been on the charts,
Now every gangster wants something from me
Only through the backdoor,
And banned from every disco
Now on the red carpet,
I celebrate in a house or in death
And back then it was the cold concrete and the gang-bangers,
Today I only name things like lawyers and my managers
Fuck your ass, misshapen1 wanker, you're still a son of a bitch
All those words are still just common courtesy to me
I show my sack to every K.O. rapper and rap student
Instead of hating, start thinking about your money
You don't need to turn away,
I spit the truth in your face
I stay as I am, and I never change
No respect, no class, no idol
B-b-berliner snout
Ignorant, no reason
And I screw this country, the Berliner snout
No respect, no class, no idol
B-b-berliner snout
Ignorant, no reason
And I screw this country, the Berliner snout
I found the right job for me, Mama thinks it's alright
If her son puts good cash in her purse every night
Not coming home with the cops and the border police anymore2,
But in my Benz with a few hot chicks and a wad of cash
I'm not just that boy
With the ghetto look and face anymore,
Yet I fuck ghetto chicks too,
Just vote for me on 'Get the Clip'3
It's quite crazy, pulled off before the jam
My album's out, some short promotion,
Than it goes to the top
'Bling' whore, it goes 'bling' everywhere whore, I drive away
Now I'm so big that I don't respect major labels at all
I have no respect for Virgin Records' men in suits
Look, monkeys, I'm in it and gladly make awesome rackets
Screw you all, I've got a deal with my boys now
And we screw everyone, I reach my goal with my boys
I don't need any reason to fuck and trash you
I'm allowed everything, I'm underground, independent
When I come, it goes 'bang'
No respect, no class, no idol
B-b-berliner snout
Ignorant, no reason
And I screw this country, the Berliner snout
No respect, no class, no idol
B-b-berliner snout
Ignorant, no reason
And I screw this country, the Berliner snout
I'm so bold, I slap you in the face in front of your dad, Snout
I'm so quick and slap you in the face in front of your dad
Here comes the third part, I'll write it shortly
And then I'm coming with the boys,
The underground will make you go under
I screw your career, I'm writing a third biography
I get my job as the best rapper, and rap in a tuxedo
No more Kripo4, call me your street A-Levels
And I make my money, despite my street A-Levels
I don't give a shit if Curse celebrates my music5
I'm ignorant and just listen silently to how the Tukke6 plays
I've earned my money and beware if you steal any from me?
Whore, I'm a banger, and with me there's no wrong note
I fuck every rapper without rimes, just with my finger
I'm a Berliner, my pose is the middle finger
Bass Sultan Hengzt is the name boldly following you
You'll never pass me by, I was rightly given success
No respect, no class, no idol
B-b-berliner snout
Ignorant, no reason
And I screw this country, the Berliner snout
No respect, no class, no idol
B-b-berliner snout
Ignorant, no reason
And I screw this country, the Berliner snout
1. Lit.: 'misshapen fetus'.2. BGS = Bundesgrenzschutz3. TV Show where the audience members could vote for their favourite videoclip.4. Criminal police.5. Those lyrics are filled with typos, and I have no idea if 'curse' is another one of those, or a name or something.6. Same as above.