F.D.M.D.H. lyrics by Electric Callboy. Yo, keiner feindet unseren freundeskreis an, Hörst du! Jetzt gibt’s eine ladung schoko Kirsch-muffins in dein antlitz,...
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Yo, keiner feindet unseren freundeskreis an,
Hörst du!
Jetzt gibt’s eine ladung schoko
Kirsch-muffins in dein antlitz,
Du rüpel! Boooyaaah!
Auf’s maul!
Deine mutter sammelt hässliche kinder!
Deine mutter ist die stärkste im knast!
Gestern hab‘ ich in ihrem vorgarten
Geharkt, heut‘ hab‘ ich mein
Einhornwelpe in ihrer pferdebox geparkt.
Fdmdh,
Fdmdh,
Motherfucker!
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