Boomerang [English translation]

Verse 1

Boy, I’ll knock you all the way to next Tuesday ¹

And I don’t give a shit; I go after four-eyed dorks as well

Look, fuck your student rap, it’s about low riders ²

No one needs to provide videos besides me

This is barbed-wire rap, so protect yourself

I’m a bit thirsty; so Keck, make yourself useful

We’re just a network of criminals

I spit on the opinions the experts always make

Come on you freak, you stamp collector ³

Your wife is naked, yeah she smells like champagne

King on the street, the godfather in German rap

Fame doesn’t prevent me from breaking the noses off toys

Fuck Lloyd Banks ‘cause he’s not from Berlin ⁴

Tom, you have zilch; but Sony BMG has me

That’s that boomerang that you toys have thrown

I’ll go slash the tires of your Porsche now

Refrain:

Sorry guys, but you people can’t rap

Thought you could target me?

Keep on talking ‘bout peckers man, ‘cause you know them the best, man ⁵

This gangster takes action

Would you finally shut up then?

Short of putting you behind the wheel, there’s nothing left for you here⁶

Verse 2

Tell me, what comes to mind when you throw this boomerang?

A loud mouth at all times, but then I’ll beat your face in

You total retards think you’re hot now? Fuck you!

I’ll brutally show you bitches how this business runs,

How it runs with an edge and Pit Bull bites everyone dead

Come on you little pussy, go hide now in the girls privy

Sadly, I have no respect boy, so step aside

When you were born, you looked like donkey shit

You write you want to be my friend on Myspace

I’ll delete you without a reason just ‘cause you’re toys

What can I do about it? Fuck what you hoes do ⁷

I heard that you have the same mother as Blumentopf ⁸

Fuck Splash, I don’t care about its hip-hop open either ⁹

I wouldn’t even appear there, even if I was broke

Now that boomerang comes back that I threw this time

But it doesn’t hit me ‘cause you’re a bunch of dicks

Refrain

Sorry guys, but you people can’t rap

Thought you could target me?

Keep on talking about peckers man, ‘cause you know them best, man

This gangster takes action

Would you finally shut up then

Short of putting you behind the wheel, there’s nothing left for you here

Verse 3:

Yeah, about taking the wheel, here comes the gangsters who flex their muscles

Quit talking boy; I know you, you’re blind at best

I’ll eat Testo for breakfast, sleep on the weight bench

And I’ll fuck your mother at the registrar’s office

Gn-gn-gn-gn-gnarly, yeah? At eight, I’ll buy some blow

I would have been a bum, look grandpa I’m laughing my ass off

I’m staying a new kid on the block

And I don’t fucking care about your demo tape

Stop it now; you’re fucking with our minds

I’m staying the hardened criminal who gives a fuck

I’ve said it before; I’ll knock you back to the sixties

I’ve said it before that you’re all a bunch of dicks

Two men haven’t lost anything at a candle-light dinner

I stay the king, king; I stay the boss, boss

And I think the name Tweedle Dum fits you well¹°

You’re the ones who threw that boomerang, so fuck you

King Bushido, EGJ rich boys ¹¹

Refrain

Sorry guys, but you people can’t rap

Thought you could target me?

Keep on talking about dicks man, ‘cause you know them the best, man

This gangster takes action

Would you finally shut up then

Short of putting you behind the wheel, there’s nothing left for you here