Barack Osama [English translation]

(Part 1)

I don't like sharing my oxygen with you, I dominate*

Big dick, big mouth - crocodiles.

You send your crew ahead, you piss on your mother*

I don't just behave like one, I really am - broken

Man, you fuckers are like rats under manhole covers.

I lay your hoe under the Luis blanket.

You are unemployed, I am your employer.

It was a mistake that I didn't fuck you right away.

You realize who's coming here - this is star appeal.

I undress the hoe, other rappers talk too much*

Your stuttering is nothing new, you are standing in the corner.

You have the best flow? Throw the biggest chain on you.

I fuck you and I'm all greased up, this little hoe.

I press her up and down with my left arm like a dumbbell.

On the streets I set my strides new every day.

You're in the know, I'm the city boy.

Chorus 2x

Who's speaking?

Barack Osama,Barack Osama

President Barack Osama,Barack Osama

Terrorist Barack Osama,Barack Osama

That is M-A-M-A-S-culine.

(Part 2)

When you attack me I have to laugh L.O.L.

Your little darling is my bitch at the hotel.

Don't pretend that I'm not red-hot.

I'll come by and buy your ass - that is money.

Don't come running here, you little slave,

all of your life is just a booger in my nose.

You are cute, you want to bite with your baby teeth.

You are dicks, you want to smoke up and then go chill.

I 'll twist a knife in your wound you little boy.

Don't make trouble in your village, you are my dogs.

Why are you crying? Yesterday you were so big with your hat.

I am a king and I have blue and not red blood.

I control this whore - the rap game.

Crime pays, you just have to take it away.

You think I have an easy life, boy nothing's easy here.

I am a city boy. German rap is fresh meat.

Chorus...

(Part 3)

I am on everyone's lips in the G-G-Ghetto

and am staying schizophrenic not a normal boy.

M-A-S-culine, yes I have the best gang.

Champagne, cuddle blanket, come - 'YES WE CAN'!

Designer labels, I go shopping - therapy.

But I don't get healthy - c'est la vie

Don't need a ghost writer, ghost buster.

I go to the gym, than for a tan and steal you show, bastard.

Who's going to hold on when the heavy rain falls.

There is no German dream, you have to live in this misery.

Piss on your freestyle-battle-small talk

You hear the take over today in every call shop

I live in this town where so many fail

They want to see you down because on the bottom they can reach you.

Haters want the old Fler, but I say chill, man.

Back then you complained because I was too wild.

*. a. b. c. The German lyrics seem to be incorrect here and I translated what I heard in the video