This world was changed on the eleventh of September
Boy, this goes out from Berlin to all the countries in the world
al-Zarqawi is dead, Iran is threatened
Your friends are chillin’ at the Bahnhofsmission ¹
It’s Rambo 4 on the bin Laden hunt
The car is parked, you cockroaches are fucked
My enemies, your blood’s running, I can feel it
Maybe I’ll hijack a plane this year
Strike back as you will; once more, I’ll still get gold
I’ve got chemical weapons in tow and I’m going through customs
Fuck Hengzt, fuck Fler and his dis-tracks ²
You sorry bastards, I’ve kidnapped your airline
Sony and Saad – two very tough Moslems
We’re the Double Team like Van Damme and Rodman³
Boy, I’ll puke, ‘cause you like America
There’s only one number for me and that’s 911 ⁴
The eleventh of September, the day of doom
I’m the boy you read about in the news
If I want, you’re all dead, I’m a Taliban
You freaks only have bullets made of marzipan ⁵
The eleventh of September, the day of damnation
You can convince yourself if you’re a man
I’ll leave you bleeding like the guys in the Twin Towers
My friends wear leather jackets and are pissed as hell ⁶
I thought that I was bad, but bin Laden is worse
I’m hangin’ in the hotel, send me a bellhop up to my room
I’m that terrorist, who the kids believe in
I’m not carrying a bunch of flowers behind my back
The weapon left for you is just my dust
Your mother’s house is also called a whore house
You release an album – where do you come up with this shit?
You’re nasty, just like Condolezza Rice ⁷
Came across the desert riding a grey horse
Your little girlfriend rode on my dick *yeah*
For all I care, you can call me anti-gay
But I’ll still call you the stupid white man
Why then do you think I show you mercy, bastard?
We’ll meet today on Katzbach Street
Ask me if it’s in Berlin; yeah, I have the best people
There’s only one date for me, and that is 9-11.
The eleventh of September, the day of doom
I’m the boy you read about in the news
If I want, you’re all dead, I’m a Taliban
You freaks only have bullets made of marzipan
The eleventh of September, the day of damnation
In case you’re a man, you can convince yourself
I’ll leave you bleeding like the guys in the Twin Towers
My friends wear leather jackets and are pissed as hell
My album’s coming out, it's the eleventh of September
Some of my friends, they’re Hells-Angels-Fuckers
Say my name, boy; that only means trouble
We’re going to crash; I’ll fuck the flight attendant
Look, I’ve gotten two golds; call me a goldsmith
And I hate America since the Gulf War
You’re a proud boy Sido, you have sex with fags
I’m King Bushido, middle name Mohamed
I’ve set a major fire across your city
Girls think I look like a muscle machine
The time spent in jail goes way too slow, man
I’m a cowboy, you’re a stupid dog, like Rantanplan ⁸
All the kids outside rap along with my songs
You look like a one-legged kick in the ass
Eko and I are linked like Mike and Devon ⁹
There’s only one day for me, and that is 9-11
The eleventh of September, the day of doom
I’m the boy you read about in the news
If I want, you’re all dead, I’m a Taliban
You freaks only have bullets made of marzipan
The eleventh of September, the day of damnation
In case you’re a man, you can convince yourself
I’ll leave you bleeding like the guys in the Twin Towers
My friends wear leather jackets and are pissed as hell
The eleventh of September, the day of doom
I’m the boy you read about in the news
If I want, you’re all dead, I’m a Taliban
You freaks only have bullets made of marzipan
The eleventh of September, the day of damnation
In case you’re a man, you can convince yourself
I’ll leave you bleeding like the guys in the Twin Towers
My friends wear leather jackets and are pissed as hell
Commenti 3
Hello brightswan, wenn you report the mistakes, the lyrics can be corrected!
Thanks Dunkelheit!
I love this song!