Geld essen [Ausgestopfte Rapper] [English translation]

Part 1:

Witness how K.I.Z is dragging across the country, powered by a four-scrotum-engine,

you're having shot-wound-implantations to get street credibility,

you've got fans, I got disciples that explode in front of your studio,

you cry if someone says Slut or Son of a Bitch,

you're jealous because I hunt your girl down equipped with a rolling pin,

what would we do if we didn't have those fans,

that buy the third album, which content is exclusively about dicks,

we want love and cash,

K.I.Z. is underground, well then lock yourself up in your basement

and think we're only there for you,

Women call, I make music like my DJ,

start my computer and check my She-Ma(i)les,

rockstars, but without guitar and H,

rap about weapons and money, but it is only about Punchlines and steaks,

dicks out till the last melody,

they say the good die young, but the best never die...

Hook:

We've fucked the country,

standing on stage with empty stomachs and the hand to the crotch,

I've stuffed your mouth, but mine not yet,

your mouth, but mine not yet,

what is so good about respect if we don't even earn a dime,

we've got stuffed rappers hanging over our chimney,

I'm hungry, I'm hungry,

I want to eat money, eat money!

Part 2:

Those tries of assassination attempts are like a locusts-pest to me,

gunshots don't bother me because I carry 70 chains of gold,

after I got struck by a car-bomb I rebuild myself,

to get to the studio, I'd rather take the subway,

I'm unpopular, since I'm under contract with the Bunker*(music label) I produce inhuman underground music,

I do not fucking care about how this shit sells,

Rappers fled to the lavatory to shit out their backbone,

Play strippoker for your life, with your wife in the backyard,

I take her from behind and peek into her cards,

she says she thinks your fishstick is disgusting,

your granny wants to weave a cord for you,

your mum gets banged till your dad changes the colour,

70 men inside of her, a Trojan Horse,

get me a drink, be a good child,

german rap is awakening my protective instinct...

Hook:

We've fucked the country,

standing on stage with empty stomachs and the hand to the crotch,

I've stuffed your mouth, but mine not yet,

your mouth, but mine not yet,

what is so good about respect if we don't even earn a dime,

we've got stuffed rappers hanging over our chimney,

I'm hungry, I'm hungry,

I want to eat money, eat money!

Part 3:

We've signed a contract with the devil,

Oh la la

ask me how I liked your album - more average

This is my last night, lights on me, I get my testicles out,

back in the day they had Ritalin (medication) for that, today it's applause,

you've gotta keep it real, only wear dresses and put make-up on,

the lack of light in the Bunker* let my skin get whiter so I get a tan in the flashlight of the Photographers,

all those rappers are like snakes, they swallow eggs,

I don't go in front of the door, we go directly into the woods,

that's free violence, I fight for harsh love,

you're lucky that the rest of my gang had to stay in the zoo,

I won't keep watching while you're chashing up,

when I was young I masturbated to Catwoman,

we're actually a boygroup, the Bunker is only our cover,

Groupies fall unconscious, I'm doing ass-to-mouth resuscitation,

my teachers said I'm a lazy bastard,

but today bitches scream "Jaaaa" like in the Sportpalast* (stadium where Goebbels announced the total war in 1943)

Hook:

We've fucked the country,

standing on stage with empty stomachs and the hand to the crotch,

I've stuffed your mouth, but mine not yet,

your mouth, but mine not yet,

what is so good about respect if we don't even earn a dime,

we've got stuffed rappers hanging over our chimney,

I'm hungry, I'm hungry,

I want to eat money, eat money!