Hailstones Kollegah

[Verse 1]
Weightliftin' (Ja) 'til we shape-shiftin' (Ja)
John Gottis in Bugattis, lane switchin' (Ooh)
From the land of the Gothic age
No zombie from Chernobyl but a toxic male (Tja)
Fuck what you say, I'm not everybody's darling
Like your crack-addicted mom getting gangbang-fucked at parties
Fans stalk me, in my trunk I fragmented that body
Or they just want a picture with my phantom-black Bugatti
Comin' back from bloodbath, my brother got his shoes red
Use the doormat, I don't wanna see that floor wet
Boss back, Phantom all-black, Grim Reaper (Yeah)
Better watch your mouth (Shh), lip reader (Yeah)
I'm with my crew playin' golf
While you keep waitin' for doomsday like new-age folks
Never lose control, I keep it Ukraine-cold
Always winnin' in the long run like Usain Bolt
Never back down (Nein, nein), I rather pull the MAC out
Put you on flat ground like a smackdown (Drr)
Old lady, eyewitness blacks out
As she sees your brain explode with a splash sound

[Chorus]
Standin' on my balcony, lightin' up my cigar with a bankroll
I be throwin' stacks on the people, they mistakin' it for hailstones
Let 'em fly high, high in the sky, big bulletproof boss 'til I die
I be throwin' stacks on the people, they mistakin' it for hailstones