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New Kids on the Blech [English translation]
New Kids on the Blech [English translation]
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New Kids on the Blech [English translation]

We show how to set a shot, we're on chystal meth

These are hits from the metal sheet

We dish out the substance to the fans ey

New

kids

on

the

Sheet!

Not famous yet, we go from debut release

straight to psychiatry

noone can save us anymore

even before dance therapy class we take amphetamine

[Sudden]

S.U.D. bang your mom on heroin

and sign Christiane F. her trailerpark Hoodie

Aah! I'm still a sexy fucker

I can offer you sth. baby - I've got the best tripper

I sniff a line and you're scared of my gang

cause for supper's speed and than we crash

if we get stultified and the whole world laughs at us

then "Timmeh" will be only the disabled guy from South Park

[Timi Hendrix]

I don't give a damn about what the job centre says

my CV has more holes in it than the face of Mickey Rourke

Tim Weitkamp - and should this become a flop

I'll be an opium poppy farmer or a top terrorist!

I need to pay protection money to my grandpa, sluts on the Hovercraft

going on tour means to us going for the knocking shop to Barcelona

Bitch, we don't let groupies under 18 to the trailerparc concerts,

otherwise Basti gets paedophile!

[DNP]

You're one of these clowns, who buys two grams of weed

if you're Damenstreet, than I'm a single-family house

cause meanwhile you bastard exercise on the weight bench

I'm on a speed-diet for the perfect junkie body

Man! We skulk drunk around your dump shagging calves

and while doing this we're smoking crack, cause it makes you high creates a poet like Goethes parents

another line coke and speed - the other wage is already gambled away

and if rappin' turns out nothing Alligatoah takes "Krokodil"

[Alligatoa]

I'm not a drunkard - I control the drink

like you're not gay, just cause you fuck guys on a weekend

And they say Kaliba is weird

he dances »The Thieving Magpie« bitch!

the pasta isn't tasty - we add a pint of Korn spirit

vomit's dropping on my forefoot

a mix of porcelain and scrambled eggs

I'm not speaking of Sudden when I scream "YÜAH"

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