This is a song about "German cunts"

I'm the king of england and you cunts have been told

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Like an erection on these weak cunts my bars hit heavy

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

C is for crazy cunts critizing crap, no lie

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

For the low that nine cheap

They cunts think that we are weak

German procrasinator, better invest in a nest to survive to be the best,

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

Every week nosy cunts reading a magazine