Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jump Mutant Jump!, artist - 257ers. Date of issue: 25.09.2014
Song language: Deutsch
Jump Mutant Jump!(original) |
| Ja, man, Mikey and Friends, High-Five ihr Gangs |
| Talent hab ich nicht aber Muskeln und so |
| Russisches Brot finde ich doof |
| Da kann man keine Wurst drauf tun, hol lieber Toast |
| Oder Koks oder Croco Pops von Kellog’s |
| Hello again, my name is John Bello |
| Ich komme nicht alleine, weil die beiden immer dabei sind |
| Und ich meine wirklich immer, ja, meistens sogar beim Scheißen |
| Brrrrrr, Quatrotime |
| Alle wollen, aber keiner macht so geil |
| Nenn mich Afro-Mike (cause i got high) |
| Was für 'n Scheiß (mah na mah na) |
| Man wie klein dein Schniedel ist, zeig mal, widerlich |
| Mike hat sieben Dicks, Weiber lieben mich |
| Eine ziehen ist Weißer Riese mit |
| Ein, zwei Teilen, aber meistens Bienenstich |
| Jump, Jump, Mutant, Jump! |
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| Und wer jetzt nicht mitspringt, der kriegt eine Faust |
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| Ausrasten! |
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| Okay, ich nehm' mir mein Textblatt und schreib was auf |
| Denk mir: «Nö, so nicht», reiße die Seite raus |
| Recorde es dann trotzdem, geiler Sound |
| Wenn der Nachbar meckert, dreh den scheiß mal auf |
| Mir ist egal, was er sagt, ich kann Karate und schlag |
| Über die Stränge, als hätt' meine Mama sich grad geduckt |
| Ja, guck mal, hart aber wahr |
| Du willst mein Bruder sein? |
| Dann nimm mal meinen Nachnamen an |
| Ich mach Scheiße aus Gold, Gold zu Scheiße |
| Und leider können wir uns irgendwas wie Stolz nicht leisten |
| Ey, die Kings of Crack, Behinderte |
| Möchtegern-Rapper kommen im pinken Pelz |
| Zum Auftritt, taumel ich, schwer los und gleich |
| Zieh ich mit links mein Bier und dann das Schwert aus dem Stein |
| Ey yo, verkohlte Leichen und Scherben, so weit das Auge reicht |
| Wir machen jeden Club dem Erdboden gleich |
| Jump, Jump, Mutant, Jump! |
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| Jump, Jump, Mutant, Jump! |
| Und wer jetzt nicht mitspringt, der kriegt eine Faust |
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| Jump, Jump, Mutant, Jump! |
| Ausrasten! |
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| Guck hier, so mach ich immer |
| Wenn mein Schnurrbart mich stört |
| Ach du kannst ja gar nicht gucken |
| Ist ja nur was zum hör'n in meinem Rosa Citroën |
| Der zum Fuhrpark gehört, Scheibe runter, einmal zwinkern |
| Keine Ursache, Girls, kommt, der Papa nimmt euch mit |
| Wir fahren hoch in die Alpen! |
| Wie, kein Bock? |
| Ich hätte euch da schon nicht tot vergewaltigt und so missgestaltet |
| Dass die Poritze aussehen wie ein Brot, wenn es alt ist |
| Ey, ich schmeiß mir 1000 Teile |
| Weil ich geil bin auf den Scheiß |
| Und weich dabei doch gleich mal meine Seifenlauge ein |
| Denn das spart ein Haufen Zeit |
| Mit der der Shneizer auch dann geizt |
| Wenn dann auch nicht mehr viel bleibt, dann ess' ich 30.000 Lines |
| Äh, rein, auch mal Weiß, will längere Pausen zwischen Saufen |
| Oder Tauchen gehen im Teich, eben auch, gib mal das Kautabak |
| Durch Eimer oder Pfeife oder beides, rauch dann eins |
| Ist ihm außerdem schon aufgefallen, wenn auch er nicht viel weiß |
| Jump, Jump, Mutant, Jump! |
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| Jump, Jump, Mutant, Jump! |
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| Jump, Jump, Mutant, Jump! |
| Und wer jetzt nicht mitspringt, der kriegt eine Faust |
| Jump, Jump, Mutant, Jump! |
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| Ausrasten! |
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| (translation) |
| Yeah, man, mikey and friends, high-five you gangs |
| I don't have talent, but muscles and such |
| I hate Russian bread |
| You can't put sausage on it, better get toast |
| Or coke or croco pops from Kellog's |
| Hello again, my name is John Bello |
| I don't come alone because the two are always there |
| And I mean really always, yes, mostly even when shitting |
| Brrrrrr, Quatrotime |
| Everyone wants it, but nobody makes you so horny |
| Call me Afro Mike (cause I got high) |
| What shit (mah na mah na) |
| Man how small your Schniedel is, show me, disgusting |
| Mike has seven dicks, women love me |
| One draw is White Giant with |
| One, two parts, but mostly bee sting |
| Jump, jump, mutant, jump! |
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| Jump, jump, mutant, jump! |
| And if you don't jump now, you'll get a fist |
| Jump, jump, mutant, jump! |
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| Jump, jump, mutant, jump! |
| Freak out! |
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| Freak out! |
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| Freak out! |
| Okay, I'll take my lyric sheet and write something down |
| Think to myself: "No, not like that", rip out the page |
| Then record it anyway, great sound |
| If the neighbor complains, turn that shit up |
| I don't care what he says, I can karate and punch |
| Over the strands, as if my mom just ducked |
| Yes, look, hard but true |
| You wanna be my brother? |
| Then take my last name |
| I make shit out of gold, gold into shit |
| And unfortunately we can't afford anything like pride |
| Hey, the kings of crack, disabled people |
| Wannabe rappers come in pink furs |
| To the entrance, I stagger, difficult to loose and equal |
| I pull my beer with my left hand and then the sword from the stone |
| Ey yo, charred bodies and shards as far as the eye can see |
| We raze every club to the ground |
| Jump, jump, mutant, jump! |
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| Jump, jump, mutant, jump! |
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| Jump, jump, mutant, jump! |
| And if you don't jump now, you'll get a fist |
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| Freak out! |
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| Look here, that's how I always do it |
| When my mustache bothers me |
| Oh, you can't even look |
| It's just something to listen to in my Rosa Citroën |
| The one that belongs to the fleet, window down, wink once |
| No problem, girls, come, papa will take you with him |
| We're going up to the Alps! |
| What, no buck? |
| I wouldn't have raped you dead and deformed you like that |
| That the buttocks look like bread when it's old |
| Hey, I throw myself 1000 parts |
| Because I'm horny for that shit |
| And soften my soapy water at the same time |
| Because that saves a lot of time |
| With which the Shneizer was also stingy |
| If there isn't much left then I'll eat 30,000 lines |
| Uh, clean, sometimes white, wants longer breaks between drinking |
| Or go diving in the pond, too, give me the chewing tobacco |
| Through bucket or pipe or both, then smoke one |
| He's also noticed it, even if he doesn't know much |
| Jump, jump, mutant, jump! |
| Hey! |
| Jump, jump, mutant, jump! |
| Hey! |
| Jump, jump, mutant, jump! |
| And if you don't jump now, you'll get a fist |
| Jump, jump, mutant, jump! |
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| Jump, jump, mutant, jump! |
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| Jump, jump, mutant, jump! |
| Freak out! |
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| Freak out! |