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(feat. Eurogang) I show my genitals bitches blow like cannon balls ey yo, deep in their souls gangstas know that im the bozz i creep thrue the doors with three hoes like santa claus and you see g's on all fours like mobile telephones yeaaaaaaaaaaaaah salute to the king, selfmade, eurogangsoldier, big bozz, kollegah der pimp, hustling in the streets bitch i got more muscles/mussels than the seas(?) flieg um die welt sorg selbst in indien für massenhysterie ja, fahr bitches in den taj mahal they touch my half errected dick come back with machine guns, desert eagles, magnums and mac tens bitch got more weapons than action films more weapons than battleships kollegah collects the shit im into weapons like ammo-clips rappin in a blue mercedes cruisin thru berlin the true german pushin benz/bands like Lou Pearlman sieh ich rauche blunts ball die faust haue punkbitches presse dann nem haufen braungebrannter bitches schwanz in die fresse Aus Songtexte Mania