King Of Rap (feat.Kool Savas)

Kool Savas, the rap killer! I rock the sh*t fat and scratch my balls hard!
Kool Savas, the rap killer! Kool Savas, the rap killer! Kool Savas, the rap killer! I rock the sh*t fat!

Rap wants more than SP-Twelve and S-Nine hundred image care.
Step to the mic, but I send your homies to the cage.
KKS, boss rapper, battle king on the four-track!
You want to battle and get something deep in your throat like at the bakery.
My style is like AIDS and hits gay crews first,
Your flow is thick dangerous and burns almost like a candle.
Papzt pumps the beat, I rap to folk music too
and f*ck every pseudo-crew to smoke like twenty years of war.
SAV is fresh with flows for Berlin-West,
it comes as it may, but I am and remain grounded like concrete
and serve crews at the dining table, MOR is more than real, I
go to Frankfurt and call your sh*t concrete ugly!
Partner, your flows and raps are like lotto and logic,
your I-love-you-so-much rhyme hurts hip hop like an a** f*ck.
Step to the mic, your crew is soft like the skin under the d*ck.
German rap is damn gay and bites American trash out of fear.
I stay in rhythm like P-Funk until the beat says: Much thanks.
Your flows lose orientation and ask: How long?
Pit Bitch Bull, come to West Berlin, battle the T-Rex
and I f*ck your woman, SAV, king of rap.
German rap is gay and against real beats,
you want war, I disassemble your crew into a mosaic.
KKS, king of rap, if you believe what you see.
Look at me and say: S, you're dope, we are weak!

B*tches looking for drama, you like that!
I disassemble your crew into a mosaic, normal!
You claim my flows are weak, get real!
SAV, the king of rap, y'all!
B*tches looking for drama, you like that!
I disassemble your crew into a mosaic, normal!
You claim my flows are weak, get real!
SAV, the king of rap, y'all!

Hip hop means to your homies: We have nothing to do
and too much money. Step to the mic and you get p*ss in your mouth.
I'm cool and f*ck my fans like Michael Jackson,
I want to flex, but German rap is gay and anti-action.
I want to rule rap like Torch, your flow is unfortunately weak. Horst,
call me before work, I'll battle you in shorts.
Step to the mic, your flows are old and no longer legitimate.
Get the pseudo-rap elite, Germany, battle me as a team.
I only listen to music from my crew, you are my enemies, cool.
Your style is like Spax, N*gga, arrogant, but unfortunately gay.
KKS, the king of rap, I fuel up with kerosene.
Get the receipt book, I sign, you've been served.
Your crew mimics new flows every day like Pide,
you want to rap, but your flow is blind and headless like love.
Doctor Renz is in crisis, because rap is against Fettes Brot.
Rap is half-dead and I rap to save rap.
Play with your crew like a pick, N*gga, step out of my sector!
SAV, the ultimate king of rap, y'all!
Step to the mic, get a pint, I go off like Glen on
Crack and take out every crew and bone biter b*tches,
rip flows, f*ck hoes, kill crews, labels too.
You want to rap because you think: Yeah, rap needs me!

B*tches looking for drama, you like that!
I disassemble your crew into a mosaic, normal!
You claim my flows are weak, get real!
SAV, the king of rap, y'all!
B*tches looking for drama, you like that!
I disassemble your crew into a mosaic, normal!
You claim my flows are weak, get real!
SAV, the king of rap, y'all!

Kool Savas, the rap killer! Kool Savas, the rap killer! Kool Savas, the rap killer!
Kool Savas, the rap killer! I rock the sh*t fat and scratch my balls hard!