[Part 1]
Are you scared of me, children? I'll turn you into real men
Gobsmacked in my sack, I'll crack out my whip when
You say you're a good girl but curls are unruly
I'm telling you truly, don't look at me rudely
Unless they are yellowy golden like angels
And skin like a porcelain doll, all the pages
Saint Nicholas's back
Like this boy here, look
He's perfectly kept, every inch, every nook
But your hair is black, like the coal in my sack
I'll take you on my back to the end of my shack
On the blacklist, you'll go
Don't you pout and say no
Always angry, thesе types, so ungrateful though
[Pre-Chorus]
What you doing?
Why you opening your mouth likе that?
What you doing?
Step back, step back
What you doing? (I'm gonna eat you)
Why you opening your mouth like that?
[Chorus]
It's me, bitches
I eat Krampala for breakfast
It's me, my bitches
I sow them up in stitches
[Verse 2]
He called me a sinner, too black is my soul
So I ate him for dinner and gobbled him whole
I pushed him, he fell all the way down the well
Aber hab mir sei Fell no gekrallt ganz schnell
Was für a Krampf und es passt ma nie ganz
Aber lieber hab i s'an als sonsch irg'na Mann
Weil i mia koan Scheiß mehr anhorchn kann
Und weil i mia koa Diskussion mehr anfang
So groß aufpluaschtan macht denen dann Angscht
Wenn du was du hergibsch a zurückverlangsch
Die kloanen Egos so: Wann komm i aa amal dran?
Halt doch die Fresse du kloana Schwanz
[Pre-Chorus]
He said: Why you opening your mouth like that?
What you doing?
Step back, step back
He said: Why's she opening her mouth like that?
What's she doing?
Step back, step back
[Chorus]
It's me, bitches
I eat Krampala for breakfast
Honey, it's me, my bitches
They are so goddamn delicious
[Verse 3]
Done are the days of his reign, I say
There is a throne I take claim I dare say
I'm growing into this fur, okay
My feet shaped like hooves [?]
Goodbye, goodbye, goodnight, don't cry
The respect I'm owed in the skin that I'm in
Is a rush, feels like old I'm remembering
Though, they all wanna knock and be censoring
There's an Endgegner mode we be entering
What you mean I can't swing to the right no more?
What you mean that I can't smack my wife no more?
What you mean I can't run 'round at night? It's tradition
It's right, they won't let me live my life no more
Can you hear my bells ring ring dicka ding ding?
All the fear that I bring, all the chants that I sing
Watch out for my swing, I'm the boss, I'm the king
Fuck-a-doo ring-a-ding
Are you ready? I'm coming