King [English translation]

Load, Release, and Aim.

I come and see the fear in you

Because you know I'm firing out these deadly lines that the

whole land is quoting.

Rappers stand there sweating

Go polish my rims, I'm eliminating

Half the world's rappers, dominating

from the street to the boonies

the future, the rest, it stays obsolete

You're standing up bravely to fight me

I'll scroll an autograph on your forehead, hand-written

Give me your thanks

Your crewmembers see me and salute

While their bitches open up their their legs in bed in my villa

like they're getting amputated

I'm rolling in the Benz, dazzling Chrom rims,

that shine like the moon against the sky

Jetskis, villas in Rome,

Slut, you're talking to the king, who's stacking up the bills,

fucking over rappers and then nailing their girls

Nobody can touch his punchlines, just like he's Abel

See me rolling Blunts with Benjamins

Going out of the bank with mad money

Sweeping through the land like a boss in the Testarossa

When Victims watch that

They have more complexes afterwards than my castle-style manor.

In Costa Rica's beaches

Even Atheists are pulling out rosaries

Because the "boss aura" is bringing out their fear of death

More groupies and haters than Julius Caesar

Hoes say, I wish my boyfriend was as cool as

Kollegah

Because he's king.

Laurel wreaths, that adorn my head

King

I have predators as pets

King

I give the bitches what the bitches deserve

Never read the future, but wrote history instead

Because I'm king

Laurel wreaths, that adorn my head

King

I have predators as pets

King

I fucked the scene and was young and tempestuous

Today I'm King and everyone talks submissively with me

Load, release, and fire away

Rappers are all just crap, man

K to the O, to the Mac in the business, I'll tear your Cap to pieces with a MAC-10, man

Yeah, back in the game

Platinum rings, a bit of cocaine

Status of the king, shiny Chain

K to the I to the N to the G

Gold Bentley emblem, indisputable Boss status

Your team has more lame-os than rocker clubs

I'll end your life with a shotgun shot

A face like Rambo, neon colored Lamborghinis

You want beef, I'll come and dismember your martial arts team with a machete, bitch

German rap ist just a heap of cocksucking Toys

I'm the godfather like Zeus

Drive like a boss in the Royce

And shoot around with pump guns

Because there are Whack rappers in Germany like sand near the sea in Guantanamera

I'm king and there aren't any successors

Objections aren't audible just like a chief witnesses I eliminated

Absolute dominance

None of the Rappers can win against the boss of all bosses

I come and humiliate anyone, that stands in the way

Because I'm the king

Now the street boss is here

Eh, if anyone is buffing up my face, then it's on the statue of me

And now look at these Posers

who ruled early German rap but are losing today just like

Cobras

Because anyone who wants to stop me

Crawls on all fours after the fight like a girl in a horror film

I'm the future, man

and I'm opening the crossfire like the ku klux klan

Because I'm King (King King King)