We don't get into clubs like bikers1 on a bicycle,
Because everytime in front of the door we are puking or drooling.
Don't give me "dignity", it's long gone like daddy.
Everything that counts there is banging your mom again.
What else, little rascal? Clowns have bad days too,
No need to cry, I'll even show you a real rabbit.
Spazzing out and so on, I have a dry mouth in the best case.
And furthermore I'm nuts, can I have suppositories for this?
Bong-spliff-boss-rap every day.
Come, it's still open, doesn't matter.
Give some weed, we blaze, homo
Shitfaced, watching Phoenix2 Hitler documentary
257ers, when they come,
Raise the alarm, no gangster songs.
Abracadabra, you already know that,
Because we are fabulous like a horse with a horn
Refrain: (2x)
257ers, how can you be that angry?
257ers, how can I be like you?
Bong, spliff, bong, bong, spliff, bong, beer,
Bong, spliff, bong, bong, spliff, bong, beer.
Your prime-numbers-gang shows limbs,
We are stupid boys and no one wants to feature us.
On the search for myself I can't even say a word,
Two primates with firearms.
Thus Americans3, only a joke, I'm talking about the pastry.
Mom makes it with pineapple, it tastes pretty good
Almost even better than the food, that at macces4
Gets dropped at the toilet and is refreshed,
but the meat is distributed by Mike.
Mike, no no, one times one equals one.
But nobody, who knows, what the one there is called.
One, soft as a pussy (hide in a heath)
Small there in my meat, shit at its finest,
Ah, those are the lines, which flatter your mental performance,
Slightly from the side until my opinion is your opinion,
Dopey as a Schneiser is unfortunately nobody.
[Refrain] (2x)
Intro-jabbering then a creak sounds
Like detuned guitares and an indian pastor,
Then sings about indian things at the same time,
while cattle laughs and make a child at the same time,
Kelb5, mother-in-law's princes, blazing the weed, kilos,
Dude, how the digs is stinking and this prime number sings about it.
Then again songs in Bandidos cut-offs, tiger stripe print,
Yap, and apart from that we are a little bit high from the toking,
But don't get funny with us, sipping Perignon,
Because is not bong-spliff-style.
Bong-spliff, don't you wanna Bong-spliff style?
We're sipping beer, spitting Jägermeister, bong
And every disgust, shit wallpaper paste, adhesive strips,,
Because then we dance nude completely into the night,
Hand at the foof or hand at the bag,
Mutants spazzing out, mutants, say „Akk!“,
Mutants, say „Akk!“
[Refrain] (4x)
1. Members of an outlaw motorcycle club2. German telestation3. Or: Small, flat, iced cakes4. McDonalds5. Arabic: Dog