Stress ohne Grund [English translation]

Peter Pan syndrome, bitch

I smoke Marlboro, bitch

You drink Aperol

I'm the driver, ohh bitch

Ohh, gold everything, chill at the buisness meeting

Heartbreaker, bearded man, written in my profile

Trend, Shindy is a rap luminary

I'm getting a migraine, looking at your dresscode

I'm not that fat one from Marzahn

No, I realx at the private beach and check the brunette like Tarzan

Barbie-fetish, Greek like Archie-Medes

I'm a scumbag, but your face is scum-ier,

Bitch, you're collecting stamps, I'm collecting credit cards

Yeah, Frank Sinatra chills with Dean Martin

Your best track is nothing when the gangsters don't give a shit about you

I-I-I go on every party and fight without a reason

I'm bringing the sound to which even your mother bounces

It's pretty normal, guys don't suck dicks

Your best track is nothing when the gangsters don't give a shit about you

I-I-I go on every party and fight without a reason

I'm bringing the sound to which even your mother bounces

Son-son of a bitch, piss off 'cause the bangers are at the mic

Shut your face, fuck the media, Kay you bastard are now outlawed

In Berlin you're going to get fucked in the ass like Wowereit

Yeah, fuck the police, LKA, BKA

My guys sell electronics like in Media Markt

Everyday in the crosshairs, I'll show you how the wind blows

Arab-German gang and I'm chasing you, you party boys

You are hiding, but I'll find you like Google Maps

I beat up blonde losers like Oli Pocher

I make headlines, fuck your (political) party [Yeah]

And I want that Serkan Törun bites the dust now

Yeah, yeah what a authority, you faggot will get tortued

I'm shooting on Claudia Roth and she'll get holes like a golf place

Your best track is nothing when the gangsters don't give a shit about you

I-I-I go on every party and fight without a reason

I'm bringing the sound to which even your mother bounces

It's pretty normal, guys don't suck dicks

Your best track is nothing when the gangsters don't give a shit about you

I-I-I go on every party and fight without a reason

I'm bringing the sound to which even your mother bounces

Son-son of a bitch, piss off 'cause the bangers are at the mic