| We're coming in through the chimney just like Santa
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| But we don't have midsummer time in December
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| You're studying law in your sixth semester
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| But today there is a curb in your canteen
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| We're coming in through the chimney just like Santa
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| But we don't have midsummer time in December
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| You're studying law in your sixth semester
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| But today there are curbs in your canteen
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| Brother it's R-U-F-F, ODMG
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| R-U double F, ODMG, ODMG
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| Brother it's R-U-F-F, ODMG
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| R-U double F, ODMG, ODMG
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| Watch how Duzi is doing again at your university
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| Brother, I'm coming with Nike, but I want to go with Gucci
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| One hundred percent, tomorrow I'm a lecturer, yeah man
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| I'll show you how to tick coke on Lehrmant
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| After a clamp, no bandage is enough
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| If you're babbling about realness brother, I'll call Fler
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| I have no brain, but 48 bullets
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| Set off the fire alarms and wait in front of your school
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| That's the crack killer sound, I'll let the beast out now
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| Just one shot with the pump gun is enough and panic breaks out
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| They have to die and suffer, soon there will be coffins full of corpses
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| Because the crack film king is responsible for the revival
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| Because tonight there's a war at your prom
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| Why? |
| Because I shoot the Kalashnikov
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| Yes, my hate and the urge to see people suffer
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| It drives me when I think about walking over corpses
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| We're coming in through the chimney just like Santa
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| But we don't have midsummer time in December
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| You're studying law in your sixth semester
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| But today there are curbs in your canteen
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| Brother it's R-U-F-F, ODMG
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| R-U-Double F, ODMG, ODMG
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| Brother it's R-U-F-F, ODMG
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| R-U double F, ODMG, ODMG
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| Hauke drives through Dreisigerstrasse with white in his nose
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| Has blood on the windows and hair in the tires
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| At school I used to be an inconspicuous boy
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| And my worthless life was hanging by a thread
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| Today, pulling the trigger is easier for me than breathing
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| And my son of a bitch director, yes he screams my name
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| When I burst into the staff room at my old school
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| You collapse lifeless, just before the emergency call button
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| Cobain was a bitch
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| I grab the shotgun then I'll take you with me
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| Look at my transcript page, I have blood on my chin
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| Man, what class photos bitch, today is school shooting
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| Your friends are easy prey for me
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| No witnesses, just footsteps that follow you quietly
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| Say where do you want to go when the area is fenced
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| Thirteen dead, including thirteen Germans
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| Fire in the school canteen, I let my frustration out
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| Pull my knife out of my pocket, cut open the direk's chest
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| Hell or death, what the heck they all run
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| Into my trap, in the break hall
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| Years of practice through Counter Strike
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| Placed the warhead, then a loud bang
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| Bullets in the gun, bleeding children
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| The break bell rings, no school forever
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| We're coming in through the chimney just like Santa
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| But we don't have midsummer time in December
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| You're studying law in your sixth semester
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| But today there are curbs in your canteen
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| Brother it's R-U-F-F, ODMG
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| R-U-Double F, ODMG, ODMG
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| Brother it's R-U-F-F, ODMG
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| R-U double F, ODMG, ODMG |