Farid Bang – BRUTALITÄT Lyrics English Translation

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BRUTALITÄT Lyrics English Translation by Farid Bang

You and your friends can now either leave
Or they’ll carry your hefty behind out in a bucket
Alright, I’ll count to three
One, two—

I prophesied it, blood follows the massacre
Because during the assassination attempt, I wore a balaclava
You’re cool with Clan Arabs, I go for the jugular
Like fanatical hooligans during the Lazio-Rome visit
I’m woken up at night by a ram in the hallway, the one with a robust body
Criminal records as extensive as mass murderers
Ufo gets a fist in the face
Then the blue hair matches the eye color better
With T-Low on a leash through the streets of Hamburg
And the dog gets codeine from the bowl to drink
Gentleman, the prostitutes, his pop lyrics
Are nothing but vulgar texts, like cooking recipes
He says his son is my fan, his son likes me
Let’s see how he feels when I have my way with his grandma
I’m sleeping with your grandma, give me the dishonor
But not both, I’m only doing the paternal side

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Saturday, you’re having filet on Ku’damm
Someone walks in and asks, “Brother, how’s it going?”
Shortly after, you can see a pool of blood there
Brutality, it’s brutality
Baton, Basey, brutality
A chair on your head, that’s brutality
BILD reporters ask, “Did you see anything?”
Yes, brutality, it was brutality

Pounding your chest and arms, raising the pulse
By knocking out Ferris MC consciously
I’m with a girl who looks like Gwen Stefani
And we pop balloons like at gender reveal parties
I’m driving Ferraris and knocking out Konrad, the scumbag
Using a golf club to remove his front teeth
You’d like to be a rocker, a wannabe
But only when I have my way with you are you a full member
You son of a b**ch, what Clan brother are you?
Attack on Universal with a bazooka
I turn on DAZN when I’m at home
And I’m not Marteria, but I like women’s boxing
I come from the gutter, a blade in your stomach
Shindy, I wear watches that cost more than your car
Asphalt Massacre, with the ax in the clip
No massive hits, because this will be a massive diss
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Saturday, you’re having filet on Ku’damm
Someone walks in and asks, “Brother, how’s it going?”
Shortly after, you can see a pool of blood there
Brutality, it’s brutality
Baton, Basey, brutality
A chair on your head, that’s brutality
BILD reporters ask, “Did you see anything?”
Yes, brutality, it was brutality

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