Realität Letra

the whole world is in a combat zone over religion economics and prisons we told y'all to listen nonphixion speaking on this is the beginning of war everybody dies so who's really winning i'm living for now it don't matter fuck a war i'd rather fuck on tour stack my funds some more my mind's in a sick place fucked up getting shitfaced it's john fun come on hun? now how the dick taste the conscious pervert got girls passing out from the a.t.m. you get it ass to mouth blast a pound it's real watch the best that play the future is now so say goodbie to yesterday was geit i cha sit jahre ke klare gedanke fasse verfaue am alk und lüge betrüebe di klare wasser i danke und faste sühne doch muet isch am abegheie vo fürige türm uf dene bluetigi fahne wäie wo güetigi bürger itze zu wüetige mörder wärde hüeteni ds für vo dene wo musig u wörter wähle a tusige ort warte versuechige wo di gott und di guete gebot und mueter natur sofort lö la drungercho doch faus i nie meh widr innere fride finde und findleche wiue mi killt bevor igs chinder wittergibe erinner se bitte das jedes lide e sinn het obwou me's oft ersch usefindet we me dkrise überwindet that's how to kill a cop shooting a black helicopter you better look up a whole generation getting adopted for now we're even the soldier and the rapper deuce should have killed bush senior before he could reproduce refrain: das isch realität (shit) mir si aui täter spitting facts grab your gats go to war with that so holet sanität (figg) s'isch für aui z'spät we spitting facts grab your gats go to war with that brooklyn to switzerland stick my dick up in your bitches ham rocking shows sniff a gram how i could just kill a man kill bush kill bin ladin up in the sex-laden spit rhyme ill bill action figures kids got em this is nonphixion the truth god listen to goons long in the tooth futuristic saw for the youth open up your eyes and ears i'm talking to you barking the scoop pull gats back starting to shoot this is war it ain't where y'all watching the news worldwide terrorism getting dropped in a suit dropped into that shook bubba got dropped in the back rocking the track reality remarkable rap catch a fractured head the one that left actresses dead i aint even a rapper just a cannibal who aint been captured yet call in the coroner ya stuffed in a pail your buttons have failed i'm focused when there's blood on the scale bitches sucking face blunt laced space when she stare ass worship like what r.kelly put on a chair the town of the yanks we gangsta we glisten like shanks cripple your rank kill any politician for a thousand francs i'm back at ground zero smelling people i'm back in the projects selling evil i'm selling sequels jungle holocaust you faggots sipping metamucil rip through ya pupils so putrid catch me on euclid refrain