Shotgun (Selfmade Remix)

(Kumma friends, this is now the remix, okay
hey okay hey)

(Kollegah):
Ey the ultimate boss,
my dick size is almost equal to
a Three-Weather -Taft
or a Heinz Ketchup bottle
Disguise yourself with a burglar mask
because you live on a small bed mattress
in a crappy tin shack
Lacoste sweater collection in the size of Favorite's snout
And believe me, that means something like a baby before baptism
while I'm on the
balcony adorned with all kinds of flowers
and happily counting bills
in the bright glow of the crescent moon
Yeah, Shotgun Remix
Kids show love for the boss on beats
with Shiml number one plus Fave insane Selfmade-Takeover, bitch offensive (in your mouth)
I come to you with a fur-covered
upper body
in your corrugated iron hut
and pull the trigger of my shotgun, decorating your shot head with a Selfmade cap.
rule with Favorite weapon transports
while you sit at the table with your crew with your apple spritzer,
old ladies and a coffee gossip cake,
The boss
I chill with a ton of coke
you with elderly grannies
in the Semper Opera
eyyyy

REF
Bitch, you gotta
BE TOUGH if you wanna fuck with us, kid believe me
PUT AWAY your gun, we're bulletproof you wanna
BE TOUGH but we come over and stomp on you
DUMBASS it'd be better if you call the cops, 'cause
we have a shotgun with us,
no one gives a damn if you're dead,
we'll shoot you full of lead, victim,
believe me homie, you'll die if you eat lead

(Okay Toni, the motherfucking remix)
Ok Bitch, Faiv
I met your mom at 8
and banged the bitch with 3 colleagues
I don't have a mom,
that's why I constantly have to talk about yours
(for my sake),
your mommy makes many money,
that's why I call her Bugs Bunny, honey
'cause I make bucks with this bunny (Chi-Ching)
she sucks around 8
dicks per hour
how can she do that? (Guinness Book)
I bang her around (how do you like it?)
if you see my damn gang,
like the dogs,
fucking bloody ass (I like it)
Cocaine noses gin and juice
a big hard dick (UUH)
the bitch screams
then she has a red ass like Winnetou
(and if)
you don't believe it
I'll send you the tape
(ounces) home
let's call that art, homeboy
say what's bothering you now (HÄ)
call Kollegah,
he'll push you away,
we're V.I.P.,
you piece of dirt,
you say,
you have a shotgun with you,
but
you don't have a shotgun with you

REF

yeah, Shiml, tell the, tell the people what's going on here)

You wear triangle briefs with a fly
an embarrassing punk,
who has nothing to do but rap,
how embarrassing,
a whiny, embarrassing little kid, hey
I have a shotgun with me,
a suitcase full of lead,
pump and pump,
shoot you like a hole punch, my friend
and then easily split your head,
who then after the jam,
goes to the hotel to hang out
have a few whiskeys
to rage and leave as soon as possible,
I constantly behave like that and shit,
on every rule that encircles my life,
People look at me conspicuously,
wondering,
what's going on with Shiml?
give high-fives,
you hold up, your
cheap slut rattles my
snorkel and also blows me off,
like a red paving stone on May 1st,
you go to parties and then,
with naked men in the park on the bench
wear pink shirts,
pink like the cheeks of a DVU candidate,
I come, take the mic and
hit you, you jerk around in circles and
soon you'll end up as a missing person ad in the newspaper
and that's just the beginning,
I grab the pump gun,
shoot at you
until you punker only
make bigger eyes
than a manga figure