Kein Plan (feat. Rhymin Simon)

1. Verse Rhymin Simon:
Once burning like Die Sekte is a dream of many MCs!
Pass the greed, salt the crown and Tequila!
My freshness is to capture even your camera at ???!
I battle you in canon, juggle at the most crucial moment!
Doctor B-Tight and Doctor Rhymin Simon,
straight to the OR! Tyron is having another fit!
Fuck that N-word! I think about it every minute
MCs of the category I'm bad, but arrogant!
MCs outside of West Berlin are like an elephant,
too lazy to act, but the attraction in the zoo!
Step away from the microphone, you son of a bitch!
I'll fuck your bride in the mouth until she can't breathe anymore
and I don't give a fuck who you think is starting!
Who's tough is decided by Sekte fists when they land!
If someone asks, I'll say I don't understand much about rap!

Chorus 2x Rhymin Simon:
I have no plan for rap if rap is what you do!
You think you flow like Die Sekte, I would say not even close!
You have no plan for rap! MCs crawl up my ass
and I let one rip!

2. Verse:
B-Tight:
You're artificial and overused like Arabella!
I have pussies under control like DJs have turntables!
I store dead fucked bodies in my basement!
To destroy your parts, I'll stuff your ass with firecrackers!
Rhymin Simon:
Then I'll hold my fire from below to the Lotus,
hide behind your girlfriend and rejoice when you explode
into a thousand pieces! You risk
your life in battle and lose it!
B-Tight:
I attack stressful, provoking drag queens on the mic!
I'm understating when I call us the dopest!
There are many tough tasks! Battling you is easy!
I'll hand you my dick! Suck it when you can't battle anymore!
Rhymin Simon:
I'll hook up with your sister! The bitch blows until I cum!
Rap is afraid of your gang like vampires are of the sun!
Maybe one of your rhymes is cool, but in the end it's zero!
B-Tight and Rhymin Simon hang out with vodka and Redbull! Yeah!

Chorus 2x Rhymin Simon:
I have no plan for rap if rap is what you do!
You think you flow like Die Sekte, I would say not even close!
You have no plan for rap! MCs crawl up my ass
and I let one rip!

B-Tight: Oh, yeah! S-E-K-T-E!

3. Verse B-Tight:
My brain is out of control! What should I do?
I walk down the street and fuck bitches in the throat!
I can only think about fucking! Nothing can distract me!
Irie B! I fuck male and female MCs!
I'm predisposed to destruction because you handle rap!
like the last son of a bitch! When you're on the microphone
it's clear that you leave the room immediately!
You don't want to die and hope I'm fake, but I'm real!
If there's no stage, I'll use your homies as a pedestal!
Your lyrics have a hundred words, that means ninety ???!
Because we burn without pause, it's always hot around us!
As long as your lady spreads her legs for us
we'll put down our weapons and kill you without mics!
B-Tight belongs to realness, you to the wannabes,
I belong in a psychiatric hospital, because even in total silence
I hear beats! I don't take notice of them!