Kollegah - Mondfinsternis (lunar eclipse)

[Part 1] Kid, I'm the Mac in this business, selling fat packages to the kids, stepping with the glittering chain Into the club, dragging your bitch to the bathroom and fucking that arrogant look off her face You buy my album and say I'm the best, but I'm making porn tapes with your mother I come to your mansion with the bassy, ​​punch your body, all your ribs shatter like cornflakes None of these rappers can have that many bitches in ten cities at the same time without the women eventually figuring out what's going on Kid, I've got about seven or eight babes in your city alone, what's up? And I'm doing business and dealing to all the sluts, H, rolling into your city in the silver Lex I'll turn the lady you love into your ex, she idolizes my body, kid, I'm flexing my flex Afterwards, I have sex with the whore for about seven hours, all the Gs in your town know my word is law here Kid, I come with the gold chain, I'll punch you wannabe right in the face, better run to your hideout Rappers want a collaboration, they come and then call Mac on his cell phone, unfortunately it's always busy Because I don't have time for these bums, kid, I'd rather do business in Holland, I've got kilos of speed In the trunk and I roll through customs, I make money with the goods, motherfucker, don't come at me with your rap Unfortunately, I don't have the nerve for your super-great tracks, German rap is a bitch and I supply her with crack Making cash with the whore, and it keeps increasing like by itself, Kid, I'm on a roll like my Tec I don't give a fuck about your gang, I come up and pull out my gun, put bullets in your head and you'll die [Hook] Uzi barrels black as a lunar eclipse Aim with the gun, kill your gang, roll away in the Jeep Blow pimps dead and the red light goes out Bullets in the air, running through the hood, full magazine White Gucci jacket, this is coke dealer business Lay me a line, roll me a blunt, Dutch weed Make the lady dance on the living room table I rip rappers apart with a knife, better give me your chain, bum, run, I'm the king of the block [Part 2] Coke dealer business, I flex my muscles and create a lunar eclipse Rappers pop steroids, make Then they look at tough bodybuilders, but look down when they meet Kollegah And I don't give a fuck about your double-time flows, I'm selling coke to your mom She can't pay, 'cause the bitch has no money, no big deal, I'll let the whore blow me in front of the camera, ah And you see on the internet how your rap idols like to act like super-G with pockets full of money But little insider info: Most of these losers are practically broke in their real lives Yeah, all the fancy cars in the clips are just borrowed, the bitches don't even have a driver's license, it's all just a show The only one who's stayed real in this game full of losers, bitch, is Kollegah, the rest are all hoes And you know: I could, if I wanted to, easily destroy all the so-called rapper careers in this country With a single track, but unfortunately I'm way too busy with other things, like fucking their mothers After these bitches cleaned my villa do it, then lovingly massage my neck And then get on all fours with eyes shining with joy like the moon or the chrome rims on the Benz Come on, act stupid and I'll hold the Tec to your head, then pull the trigger, motherfucker, you're dead And all your furniture in the apartment will turn red like your mother's eyes when she cries for her son It's the boss, I cruise the neighborhood in the Maybach, most MCs have no dignity They only fuck crack whores, I kick chicks off the bed they'd marry [Hook] Uzi barrels black as a lunar eclipse Aim with the gun, kill your gang, roll away in the Jeep Blow pimps dead and the red light goes out Bullets in the air, run through the hood, full magazine White Gucci jacket, this is the coke dealer biz Lay out a line, Roll me a blunt, Dutch weed Let the lady dance on the living room table I rip rappers apart with a knife, better give me your chain, bum, run, I'm the king of the block Uzi barrels black as the lunar eclipse Aim with the gun, kill your gang, roll away in the Jeep Blow pimps dead and the red light goes out Bullets in the air, run through the hood, full magazine White Gucci jacket, this is coke dealer biz Lay me a line, roll me a blunt, Dutch weed Let the lady dance on the living room table I rip rappers apart with a knife, better give me your chain, bum, run, I'm the king of the block