ja mach nur die fresse aufegal was du sagst ich hau dir doch eine draufdenn ich habe diese verschissene wutwarum gehts mir so schlecht warum gehts dir
His chest is pretty hairy He's got a breath from hell If you lost your head, he'll find it A perfect sense of smell When push comes to shove Unconditional
Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream About me, about you, the way our American hearts beat Down in the bottom of our chests, about
I don't like the things you like And you don't like the things I like She don't like the things they like So who the fuck is really right See a skinhead
He ain't nothin' but a Dickhead. He's been one all his life. If he ever gets married he'll be a Dickhead with a wife. He's got no damned excuse. God knows
I heard a tree. It was talking to me. It said "You are an asshole." A honeybee Went buzzing by me. It said "You're such an asshole." I've experienced
This is T to the mother fucking Ofty What?s you?re problem Dickhead Don?t kick my dog dickhead Don?t beep at me dickhead Why you mug me off in my car
You woke up an asshole I couldn't believe my eyes I really hate my bad eye And I thought you knew You woke up my girlfriend I can't believe my luck I
What an arsehole, what a fucking wanker What a toss-pot, a toe rag, a fart in a jar I've been dreaming, dream that keeps recurring Turn the corner, you
You look like it you smell like shit So why are you such a dick? You walk around like you're the tits You always make me sick You're bound for agony
I've got no walking rimes I ain't fucking mike-d I got no CD you know got no flying v foolin' around with a cheesy strat yeah!!! ain't no big muff got
Why don't you tell me that you're not going to hire me, no opportunity, no responsibility and no one to look up to me, that's the way it's going to be
(Beck Campbell) Your brains went black When she took back her love And put it out into the sun The birds did fly When the heavens all went dry And the
(feat Summer Cem & Fard) Part1 Ey ich gehe auf der Konigsallee aus und dort tote ich dich Clown geh auf deine Beerdigung und troste deine Frau tisha
(feat. Big Scoob, Krizz Kaliko) A-S-S-H-O-L-E The word is mainly used as a profanity towards someone the speaker does not like, whose behavior is hurtful
Ich wei?, was ich denke und ich wei?, wer ich bin. Hass klopft an die Pforte, bist in meinem Sinn. Fremder Gast alter Freundschaft, warst Kumpel und jetzt
Your brains went black When she took back her love And put it out into the sun The birds did fly When the heavens all went dry And the cigarettes were
Intro: Joa, joa, (ob ihr wirklich richtig legt, merkt ihr wenn das business geht,hehe) aha, aha, ahh, joa, joah, aha... Part 1: Hat jemand einen Arschloch