Ihr Hurensöhne [English translation]

069, Azzlack

Baba Haft Motherfuck

Hook:

Forever should your picture stay in the Azzlack dictionary among "motherfuckers"

You motherfuckers, what beef, let the bullets speak

click, you motherfuckers, what beef, let the bullets speak

click, you motherfuckers, what beef, let the bullets speak

Forever should your picture stay in the Azzlack dictionary among "motherfuckers"

Verse 1:

The party is over, this is Pitbull-Rap

It's better you cringe now

Show your balls, you Pussycat

Fuck one against one, who wants to play Russian Roulette?

Cook the powder to crack, crime scene: Mainpark Hermann

stone houses, cousin, put on the gas cooker

From the streets for the streets, a la Baba H

Kanacks and blockplatin (?) were only sparring, Chab

Did you really think that Haft forget where he came from

All little Bushidos, that's how it was before he came

Cocain dealer, since the button pants from adidas

Now it gets haram, Dadash, give them the Classic

Hook

Verse 2

Suddenly the doors from Mercedes go up

You're right: I'm sitting in the SLS

Akhi, AMG, Carlsson

Lorinser, doesn't matter, Nitro-Speed Iba3esh comes

Times change, Bitch, I still remember the winter '99 OF City

With a screwdriver and a tennis ball we crack a Golf Iki in Rumpenheim

Rolle the Jibbit, what Haze, there was just Abyat

Finger black from crumbling, Cho, Block-Kids in Africa

You don't know what starving means, one warm meal daily

Cocain instead of eating, there are drugs, but bread on account isn't possible

Drugdealer, when the E-190 was in vogue

Generation D-Mark, Cho, cellphone-banana Nokia