Yo we gon’ take this sh#t back to ’96
This is Buddha Monk, Wu-Tang Clan, Brooklyn Zoo, Zoo Bullies
Smoke On Record, aha
And we gon’ do it something like this
And I, and I, Zoo Zoo, and I, Zoo Zoo
And I, Zoo Zoo, and I, Zoo Zoo, and I, Zoo Zoo, and I, Zoo Zoo
All over the world
Egoshooter – Eine Dekade Entsetzen und Grau’n
Noch immer gilt: Red mit der Hand oder ich sprech’ mit der Faust
Eine Dekade Respekt und Applaus, Kippen in Kette geraucht
Exzesse und Blackouts, Pfeffi aufs Haus
In diesem Biz werden noch immer Volontäre gefickt
Und ein paar Prollo Ärsche in die Troposphäre gekickt
Also Freundchen, ich schlag’ dir die Zähne räudig
Aus deiner Kirby- Fresse
Wenn Du jetzt nickst, machst Du Geräusche wie’n Würfelbecher
Schicke dich Streuner ins Land der Träume mit Wirkungstreffern
Denn ich verletz’ deine Wirbelsäule wie Bürgerrechte
Sobald ich komme kämpft deine Freundin mit Würgreflexen
Denn ich flute das Neubaugebäude mit Körpersäften
Jetzt fühl’ ich ein leichtes Zerren im Samenstrang
Ein Jab und ich lass dich sterbend am Straßenrand
Hier übersteht nur der Stärkste den Hahnenkampf
Früher wollt’ ich den Fame, heut’ geht’s um die Unterwerfung des
Abendlands
Play it God, E-pack over the shoulder
Ya searching for signs of the end, well, I am that
Cold-hearted m#th*rf#ck*rs started actin’ up
This is recreational wreck to keep y’all illin’
Play it God, E-pack over the shoulder
Apocalypse to this game called rap
On a mission
Tryin’ to make their way inside
Boy analyze, my camp be amplified
Play it God, E-pack over the shoulder
Ya searching for signs of the end, well, I am that
Cold-hearted m#th*rf#ck*rs started actin’ up
Recreational wreck to keep y’all illin’
Play it God, E-pack over the shoulder
Apocalypse to this game called rap
On a mission, shoot your back out position
Sharp like glass until your punk #ss is singing it
Play it God, E-pack over the shoulder
Ya searching for signs of the end, well, I am that
Cold-hearted m#th*rf#ck*rs started actin’ up
This is recreational wreck to keep y’all illin’
Play it God, E-pack over the shoulder
Apocalypse to this game called rap
On a mission, shoot your back
You don’t need a suit, no wake, no funeral and no casket
Play it God
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Würfelspiel Lyrics English
Yo We Gon ‘Take This sh#t Back to ’96
This is Buddha Monk, Wu-Tang Clan, Brooklyn Zoo, Zoo Bullies
Smoke on Record, Aha
And we Gon ‘Do It Something Like This
And i, zoo zoo, and i, zoo zoo
And I, Zoo Zoo, and I, Zoo Zoo, and I, Zoo Zoo, and Zoo Zoo
All Over the World
Egoshooter – a decade horror and gray’n
Still is: Red with the hand or I speak ‘with the fist
A decade of respect and applause, tilted in chain smoked
Excesses and Blackouts, Pfeffi on the house
In this BIS, volunteers are still f#cked
And a few prollo asses are kicked into the troposphere
So a friend, I blow your teeth rush
From your kirby fress
If you are nicking now, you do noises how’n cube cups
Send yourself strays into the land of dreams with effects
Because I suspect your spine like civil rights
As soon as I come fighting your girlfriend with dignity reflexes
Because I flood the new building with body juices
Now I feel a slight tugging in the seed strand
A jab and I’ll leave you dying on the roadside
Here only the strongest survives the c#ck fight
Previously, I want the Fame, Today’s about the submission of the
Occident
PLAY IT GOD, E-PACK OVER THE SHOULDER
Ya Searching for Signs of the End, Well, I Am That
Cold-Hearted m#th*rf#ck*rs Started Actin ‘Up
This is Recreational Wreck to Keep Y’all Illin ‘
PLAY IT GOD, E-PACK OVER THE SHOULDER
Apocalypse to this game Called Rap
On a mission
Tryin ‘to Make Their Way Inside
Boy Analyze, My Camp Be Amplified
PLAY IT GOD, E-PACK OVER THE SHOULDER
Ya Searching for Signs of the End, Well, I Am That
Cold-Hearted m#th*rf#ck*rs Started Actin ‘Up
Recreational Wreck to Keep Y’all Illin ‘
PLAY IT GOD, E-PACK OVER THE SHOULDER
Apocalypse to this game Called Rap
ON A Mission, Shoot Your Back Out Position
Sharp Like Glass Until Your Punk #ss Singing It
PLAY IT GOD, E-PACK OVER THE SHOULDER
Ya Searching for Signs of the End, Well, I Am That
Cold-Hearted m#th*rf#ck*rs Started Actin ‘Up
This is Recreational Wreck to Keep Y’all Illin ‘
PLAY IT GOD, E-PACK OVER THE SHOULDER
Apocalypse to this game Called Rap
ON A MISSION, SHOOT YOUR BACK
You Do not Need A Suit, No Wake, No Funeral and No Casket
Play it god
Find more lyrics at westlyrics.com
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