Dobermann Fass Video (MV)

I ain't swimmin' with the wave (wave), I am the wave (yeah)
Free spirits, see digits, never been a slave (nein)
Welcome to the Middle Ages (yeah), trigger finger, AK (yeah)
Got your whole team catchin' bodies like they figure skatin'
This is Germany (yeah), we got a colder air (ahh)
No matter where you are, we come to clear the whole affair
Bullet missed your head, I was blinded by a solar flare
Lucky you, walkin' on thin ice like a polar bear
Think I'ma spare your live, I think you're a wishful thinker (uh, uh)
I pull the pistol trigger with my middle finger
All my methods drastic, all my stories cineastic
Got no love for bitches 'cause them bitches made of plastic
Hit the bank with a task force, robbin' and lootin'
Nobody movin' (yeah), cashier hits the button, I shoot him
Hear some hostage screamin', "How much blood is he losin'?"
Shit, blood is rushin', Vladimir Putin
You afraid of chasin' money like this was a bear hunt
Scared punk (tfu), grow some balls like an air pump (huh)
The mobster didn't offer me a fair sum
So I smashed his head in the toilet like a slam dunk

Fass, Dobermann, fass
Get him, boss, get him, boss
Dobermann, fass
Fass, fass, Dobermann, fass
Get him, boss, get him, boss
Dobermann, fass
Benz, Benz, Mercedes-Benz
Get him, boss, get him, boss
Dobermann bellt
Benz, Benz, Mercedes-Benz
Get him, boss, get him, boss
Dobermann, fass

Huh, huh, genius like Tony Stark
Peak at the polar star, seek for the Holy God (ooh)
Me no hidin' in my sleeve like a poker card
Flipping keys, shippin' overseas Noah's Ark (yeah)
Policemen tappin' in the total dark
'Cause my doppelganger's a dead-ringer like Owen Hart
Shoutouts to the polizei (uh), I was on the road
Keepin' a low profile like my old Rolls-Royce tiles
Never been much of a golf player, now that's just a no-brainer
Shoutouts to my coach and his cocained up co-trainer
Kollegah, heavyweight like Joe Frazier, more acres
Than a president, see, my residence got bodegas (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Real estate, tennis court (uh), royal manner, seven floors
Still remember days before, when suicide was last resort (pooh)
Pass the torch, mansion floors, gate so big, heavy doors
Got strangers thinkin' they be knockin' on the Heaven's door
1984, a legend born in the ghetto wars
Last-level boss, pullin' strings like workin' out with battle ropes
Amsterdam traffickin', hangin' at the docks like stethoscopes
Rain is pourin', gains are growin', AK save my status quo
Game of Thrones, winter comin', snow season is raw
For the cold regions of north, I bring a whole legion to war (yeah)
See these big dreamers reachin' for the stars
Rappers are like Snickers, only gettin' peanuts for their bars, I'm (hahaha)
Countin' stacks 'til I can't count no more
Round up four Russian killers at your house front door
I'm the town's druglord (yeah, yeah)
Turnin' rocks into dead presidents like motherf*ckin' Mount Rushmore

Fass, Dobermann, fass
Get him, boss, get him, boss
Dobermann, fass
Fass, fass, Dobermann, fass
Get him, boss, get him, boss
Dobermann, fass
Benz, Benz, Mercedes-Benz
Get him, boss, get him, boss
Dobermann bellt
Benz, Benz, Mercedes-Benz
Get him, boss, get him, boss
Dobermann, fass