Meine Hoe [English translation]

[Intro]

My ho, my ho, my ho

My ho, my ... (oh, ah, yeah!)

My ho, my ho, my ho

My ho, my ... (yeah, ah!)

[Part]

Your ho is talking about condoms again,

I have a conversation about Nietzsche with my ho

Mate! I kiss my ho gently

And afterwards we'll gaze at the motherfucking stars (yes)

And then she spreads her cheeks and talks of particles and quanta

Sometimes I reduce her to her nice thoughts

Sometimes there was nothing to see and we moved on

Like a [male] passerby, or a female passerby!

My ho doesn't love me just because I move sexily,

But I'll dance in the background when she shoots a rap video

She grabs the invoice tray and pays like a boss

Eh! My ho doesn't only have hair between her ears

My ho is no angel, she has a number of vices

My ho consists of 50% water

Your ho is slim as an LP sleeve

My ho is hale, Bam! you bastard

My ho cleans our flat with sponge and soap

Not because she is a woman but because it's her turn

And she roasts the shashliks for us

But not because she has to but because she can

When she arrives at the party you'll hear each orchardist rave

Because she shakes, shakes, shakes jokes off the cuff

My ho once was a slut but isn't ashamed of it

My ho gives no fucks about your sense of honour

She rejoices with us at emancipation while my brothers cry:

Yeah! Finally show our feelings!

Finally grind through the kitchen with an flatiron

Without it being super awkward as in former times

My ho has a male clique

I don't restrain her with borders and fences

Just because the majority seems to think that an oath of fidelity

From prison is momentous

We enjoy consensual sex, ah, consensual sex, with

Consensual whippings no rule is violated

I strangle her with two things: Linen tape and respect

She just has to give a signal and the balance of power is shifted completely

It's a contemporary concept, we are so contemporary!

My ho is not a number between one and ten

Bitch, moreover my ho is no replacement good, period

You want to know what she looks like? Eyes, nose, mouth

She has to bend over, because otherwise she wouldn't be able to lift stuff

Life fucks my ho

My ho is beautiful without putting on glitter nails

Because you can count the strokes of fate in her face

At times her look corresponds to that of a stripper girl

At times more to that of a grizzly bear

Or a grizzly bearess! But it's the right combination

She isn't like the others; nothing against the others

I'm proud of my ho, she's really wicked

And since she likes are better without a moral law

And wanky lyrics don't substitute her conscience

She bloody well enjoys sexist rap, well