[part one]
I've been lying on rubble for days, an experienced screech owl,
Picking out the leftovers of my tragic prey from between my teeth
You're asking for my presence? I remove the catheter
Rap needs a storyteller again
Dress up artist, not just at carnival night, once my cover got
blown
Grandma, why do you have such hairy balls?
Ehh, well alright, I'm not commenting on a diss attack
Because you don't talk with your mouth full of money, yee haw
[Hook]
Who's riding so late where
Winds blow wild? Alli-Alligatoah!
Out of the shadows
The evil tongue sings: Alli-Alligatoah!
A children's choir is sinking in the moor
They're singing: Alli-Alligatoah!
We're lost, I agree
That sounds like: Alli-Alligatoah!
[Part 2]
If you look at it nicely, it's just about fucking and shitting
So maybe my most personal record (maybe not)
I speak using irony and riddles, I say words like "maybe" a lot (maybe!)
I raise my kids ambiguous
Magical jack of all trades, odd character, women-toucher
Sometimes I forget which words exist and which I just made
up (Lagosch)
Still clowning around theoristically, I put placebo in the groundwater in secret
And the results are incredible (Clickbait, boys!)
I'm going to keep you company, even if the companies
don't want my company
If it helps your self-esteem, I'll show you my wiggling worldview
Everything has two sides, even in tricky situations (where am I?)
The breaks don't work, it's raining donor organs, heads up
[Hook]
Who's riding so late where
Winds blow wild? Alli-Alligatoah!
Out of the shadows
The evil tongue sings: Alli-Alligatoah!
A children's choir is sinking in the moor
They're singing: Alli-Alligatoah!
We're lost, I agree
That sounds like: Alli-Alligatoah!
[Part 3]
I used to steer passenger machines into the skyline
Well, kids can be mean
Commerce-fascists don't take me seriously, like a dwarf bunny (or a
wheat grain)
You can find my record under "joke articles" in the stores
Are you as excited as me for later? Because then this song will be remembered as "back in the days"
StRw isn't a trashy tape, it's soon going to be retro
All day long ski mask makeup artists paint my
mustache
Here's a list of things I'd rather do than singing on
your birthday:
Taking a bath in a river in India, giving my chest hair a trim,
Taking a piss in a jewelry store, drinking out of amnionic sacs (sorry, what?)
Swimming to Cuxhaven, putting on makeup like the ladies in brothels,
And rimming a bus driver in a rustic pub, let's go
[Hook]
Who's riding so late where
Winds blow wild? Alli-Alligatoah!
Out of the shadows
The evil tongue sings: Alli-Alligatoah!
A children's choir is sinking in the moor
They're singing: Alli-Alligatoah!
We're lost, I agree
That sounds like: Alli-Alligatoah!
[Outro: childern's choir]
Who's riding so late where
Winds blow wild? Alligatoah, you cunt!
Out of the shadows
The evil tongue sings: Yeah, yeah, Alligatoah you cunt!