Four hands, four legs, doin' a drive-by alone
Out the popemobile with tinted windows
You're welcome to scream, the walls are soundproof
You can check for me how cold it is in the forest
Come visit me, my room is cell 8-8, I
have a lot of room
My roommate has not woken up, he's hanging off the
ceiling, but this motherfucker's leaking
You want to run? Come and run without legs, no head
I'm not doing any captives, but lively furniture
Your mother's looking for money, she spots you at the jumble market
My friends, my birds, are pecking up the rest
I've got one of my scarecrow masks on
I pull your skin over my head, because I'm making
a picnic in the forest with your chick
All of my people want to hump her and I'm giving everyone a piece of it
Your (still) very busty mother is looking for
hot exotic (partners) on the internet
I'm coming with a gravestone to the rendezvous, straight back
from the dead
I don't have time anymore, the sun's coming up, my end approaches
I barricade my windows and paint my walls black!
It is walpurgis night, I'm breaking out the madhouse
Put on my pighead mask on, act a fool
Now you've got four dads, K.I.Z maniacs!
Meet me with a guitar below your window, baby, I'll sing "Mi amore"
Looking like crap, but I fuck you anyway, Nico - Nico?
Briatore?
The devil wears Prada, God wears Picaldi
Your mother sells your pussy in front of Aldi
Right in - the club, dicks up in the - air
Your chick has my wiener inside of you, Cordon bleu, tötörötö
Giant trunk, giant hate (towards) [you], giant appetite
You think you're with my woman at Ikea, because
she fell in love with mywardrobe
With knife and fork, the pighead mask on my face through the win-dow
The Bonhoeffer out in the north of Berlin,
confidence-inspiring hitchhiker
Massimo-style, I ride with vodka in my gears
I buy myself a kidney with my first advance payment
And a new liver and a new lung
Tarek, please, please do a backup, because I'm hyperventilating
And if she doesn't want to fuck, I think to myself "I don't give a fuck"
Take the penis and hit her with a graze
Your mother's collecting forest mushrooms - but not in the forest!
The sun's shining for me - for me - for me - out the ass
Your album seems to be - to be - to be - a bunch of crap
I'm looking fly, polo shirt
Pedicure, manicure, cucumber face mask
Tanned at Solarent
I'm making myself pretty before I slaughter bitches
Witching hour, time for my part, skinhead black wants a human victim
Hydrochloric acid in my pistole, a typical K.I.Z. -
Kneeslapper
Hating the bunker, after this record you'll be a lodger in my kennel
Hanging your golden records on the wall, we've got platinum plates
(touching) our lower lip
Now there's a new boss in your house, Tarek K.I.Z. swapped the (his) castle
You hear how I hunt down your sister with salt and pepper over the intercom
Your dad my new lender, mine looks like hellraiser
I pick you up like the shore patrol, God is a ref and gave us a penalty
Because I'm a pimp, a pentagram on my ball-sack
Call me the sex terrorist, because I blow up your intestines!