First, second, third
But I am the first because I'm fitter
Than Dokter Renz and Schiffmeister together
I am the number one, it's like boy oh boy look at them
The one without hair, the other one with sausages only
This one needs a comb, while the other one can't brush his hair
Oh shit, your haircut is like a kick in the arse
For every good taste
You are using frangers with turkey taste and
Santa Claus always brings pricks for you
Pow! But here is Renz - Ah! - the best dancer
The two of you were kind of dance lessons absentees
In the dancing school I was asked for a dance first
In the sandpit I trampled on your cakes
I got Funk in my blood and in yours it's only Western and Country
I am the mutiny and you are the Bounty
Boris, one never sees you as good-humored as today, do you have fun bugging us?
Believe me, one can see it, but I am so cool that people are catching a cold just by looking
The two of us are poles apart
Be afraid because my rimes are coming out until you are feeling dizzy
For me light speed is the standard value
And I also get the most applause as a writer
Because I am not copying from Mickey Mouse
A plate of lobscouse has about your talent
You are running out of booze before the fire starts to burn
When you take a step, I take a whole leap
When I come on stage, you make way for me
Because the spotlight only points at me
The two of you are wanting
I already wrote poetry when the two of you couldn't even speak
You are the puppets, I pull the strings
Here for the two of you
I distribute some brain
And so that nothing can escape
I'll also give you yarn for your forehead
Thanks - the Dokter buys us a drink like Frankenstein
Come on, stop the thanking
It will be carried out by the sick note
Banks will not loan you anything anymore, the two of you,
Believers and heathens, nobody likes you
So I send König Boris to the exile
Then I'll punish Schiffmeister because 3 are 2 too many
While you are writing a rime, I write a whole lyric
And from the three of us I have the most sex
I am a great guy and you are only top students
I get the main dish and you only get the rests
No matter if it's Ludo or another game
I kick you out because 3 are 2 too many
OK, I'll speak out
I have to clear my throat
Then I start virtuosic, I show you up
Where's the sense in that? I am the ultimate
Don't take me easy
3 are 2 too many, that's the aim of the game
And in a moment it also applies to us
"That's what you say!" Yes, that's what I say
So please don't cry when my rimes are coming at you
Because my flow of words also starts your rimes flowing
You should enjoy this verse
As if it were your favorite dish
Delicate rhymes will not have you gain weight
And if I solo someday, my favorite partner would be me
Uh, this rhyme was stolen
You've seen it! You caught me
Caught me, but fortunately
I come back and delight you
With a huge diss and I express myself
Clearly and pop the pimple of Renz
I speed ahead, overtake Boris too with roar and applause
Because I am the one who's bugging you
And I am the reason why you are short of domestic bliss
Because I start to diss, when you start to hide
Then you'll hear that Boris can rap as good as he can dance
Not at all! I warn you: Renz can't rap either!
While I take the elevator, you still take the steps
If we were The Three Investigators I'd be Justus Jonas
I date the most beautiful women and you date the grandmas
All the while I had the most friends, lego and even more Playmobil
It's the same even today
3 are 2 too many