SSIO, K.I.Z – Ich Ich Ich Ich Ich Lyrics (English Translation)
(Intro: SSIO)
Hey, SSIO… Ah, I’m sorry, I messed up your stash.
Yeah, okay.
I consumed too much and now I feel like crap.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
My fridge is completely empty.
Yeah, right.
I think I wanna kill myself.
Yeah…
Uh, it’s no problem at all, but can you please give me my money first?
Ah, okay… ah.
(Verse 1: SSIO)
This beat will give you a traumatic brain injury.
Turn the speakers up, you’re paralyzed by my gangster boss aura.
This motherf*cker has been declared dead more times than Kenny from South Park.
All my drug deals are self-sufficient; I’m out here delivering lumber from the hardware store.
The whole crowd hears my music, from the auditorium to Scheveningen beach—I’m eating oysters.
Smoking Haze in the sauna, talking to more women than are mentioned in a Bausa song.
I’m a Doberman on a leash, running phone scams like the Goldman clan.
He wants an Airbnb with an infinity pool on Ko Pha-ngan.
You buy your jewelry from Temu, so your grills are rusting.
If you have s*x, every woman gets a yeast infection within a week, ah.
Getting caught with kilos of weed while dealing.
The AfD would confiscate my German passport right now.
I’m an eloquent fox, f*cking in an erotic brothel center.
Weed packages are half-open, I’m at a ten percent loss, ah.
Chilling with a b*tch in Malta, dancing salsa with her.
Mentally, I’m in the Middle Ages—what kind of hip-hop culture is this?
SSIBIO.
(Hook: SSIO, Tarek K.I.Z & Nico K.I.Z)
Which one of you wants the sweaty tank top from the male Rap God?
(Me, me, me, me, me!)
Which one of you will drive the German rap legend’s stuff across the border?
(Me, me, me, me, me!)
(Verse 2: Maxim K.I.Z & Nico K.I.Z)
I rapped about Hitler twenty years before Kanye.
Bad breath from a kebab, wearing Cartier glasses.
I’ll ruin your morning routine—waking up in the dark every day—
And shove your head in ice water ’til you stop twitching.
I’m a player like Sebastian Hotz, born in a rat hole.
Kill a cow with a bazooka, spoon out a monkey’s head.
Yeah, I know what Shawty wants—a rat in my Foreman grill.
Moan my name three times, I’ll jump out of the porno movie.
Hey, I’ll smash your head like a crème brûlée. (Ouch!)
Throw you off a bridge into Lake Tegel. (Splash!)
Brother, I’m just doing muscle-ups in my closet. (Strong!)
No kids, but I ride a cargo bike for my d*ck.
Nico K.I.Z, I’m a no-brainer, a one-hit wonder like Lou Bega.
Hey, I’d love to help pay for you, but I’m saving for an apartment—I only got ten bucks.
The boxer wears snakeskin; like Anna-Lena, I just do para.
I’m the entertainer in the white Hummer and your mom’s tennis coach.
(Hook: SSIO, Nico K.I.Z & Tarek K.I.Z)
Which one of you wants the sweaty tank top from the masculine Rap God?
(Me, me, me, me, me!)
Which one of you will drive the stuff across the border for the German rap legend?
(Me, me, me, me, me!)
(Verse 3: Tarek K.I.Z)
I rap fortune-cookie sayings, I ride on my mother’s sled.
Son, you weren’t born, you were dumped.
Bring me a crispy chicken, you’re my French fry hauler.
Millionaire, but I run around looking homeless.
I shoot lines with the Cookie Monster.
In the Führerbunker, you’re a super-victim.
Buy as many clicks as you want, you’ll never be a relevant artist.
The intensive offender with the elephant filter.
It’s a great honor for me to saw off your head.
Son, when you’re awesome, the moon is made of cheese.
I’m coming back from Istanbul with a mane of blonde hair.
Wink at the stewardess, she immediately gets a migraine.
(Outro: SSIO, Tarek K.I.Z & Nico K.I.Z)
Who among you wants the sweaty tank top from the masculine Rap God?
(Me, me, me, me, me!)
Who among you will drive the stuff across the border for the German rap legend?
(Me, me, me, me, me!)
Who among you wants the sweaty tank top from the masculine Rap God?
(Me, me, me, me, me!)
Who among you will drive the stuff across the border for the German rap legend?
(Me, me, me!)
