KRRRA

[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