Leben und Tod des Kenneth Glöckler [English translation]

It is about time, that I say something about this shit what is going on.

The lies, you're spreading about me all over Germany

Before it was "Fuck the police" or Louis V

Today is it LKA- officers and Security*

How it is today, was not our will, honestly

what slave does earn over hundred million a year?

Kenneth is appearing at Stern TV (Star TV) and lies, to save his image

But you would love to be wearing my shoes

You're outlawed, because you break the honesty code

you are of no interest to the media without me

I'm said to be a slave to Abou Chaker family

shame on you, Arafat was the closest to a father to you

Thanks to us you live like a King in Berlin

You earned a fortune here, suddenly I hear, that you're running away

You forgot where you came from, the money steals all your senses.

But, no problem, I'll help you remember, Kay

(Verse 1)

I will repeat once again, just wait a second

I'll start with the separation of your umbilical cord,

somewhere in Ravensburg

For you the Bonzen neighborhood was somewhat like Bronx

One could even speak about "Malibu's most wanted"

With your du-rags and awful Baggy

Did you really think you were Nelly from Schwäben*?

Overbearing Kenny wanting to act so tough

slaughtered his piggy bank and founded "Chablife"

But let's get hypothetical if Jaysus would have never taken you in in first place

You wouldn't have gotten ahead

"How do you write a whole song? "The guy was your teacher

for thanks you lie and cheat on him later

and you simply moved on like locust

Everyone knew, Number 1 in German rap was Staiger

You singed the Bunker-Deal, but instead to be grateful

the only important thing to you was if you earned enough

You had a couple of real friends, but rather

you were hanging around with some boy band members.

You thought it was time, it's time for me to leave the bunker

then your mother wrote a fax asking if we could ask Staiger to fill in

After several days you realized that you needed an apartment

From now on Kay is living with Akay from "Overground"

And he switches friends for fame for the first time

this shady behavior will be seen more often in the future

it's working for you Kay, sad but true

Now there should be someone else, most important it’s a Star

then you met Eko Fresh, he believes, you have talent

He who paid for your rent as much as he could

he who let you live with him, it wasn't about a one million deal

it was just that you get some fame and that you see some money

Remember Kay, the people of Koln also fed you

For several smokes you made a clown of yourself in a Cafe

they arranged some extra jobs for you, so you could earn something on the side

but after the first Clip with Eko you felt too famous.

He called Olli, but not even he sent any money

because your stepfather wanted you to fall down on your face

He didn't believe in you, while Eko believed

And what do you do for thanks? You run away

You once again screw over your beneficiaries

Kay, you wanted to come to me to the Capital

but you didn't have any connections

so you crawled up Saad's ass at first, for that you are famous for

You wanted to be his back up rapper

Secretly hoping he will take you with him here to Berlin

But no, Kay, nothing happened, so you came up with the idea

to send me a message over MySpace

you lied that Saad skimmed you

this way you were seeking a connection higher up

I wanted to pay your mother’s debts

at that point I didn't know any of your gigs

I invited you along – Switzerland-New Year’s Eve – Solo-Show

You were only a clown to me just like Cosimo was

Like a bum you shared a ride with me home

Blind, you didn’t even notify your parents

Weird, your way of thinking, but I felt sorry for you

Debts here, debts there, the poor broke Kay,

I fell for it and I took care of you

And all what you needed you got immediately

I vouched for you and stuck my neck out for you

Everybody was making fun about the dyed blond hair

Arafat took you along to Katzbach-Café

And made sure: “Nobody makes fun of Kay”

He only said: “This boy is now one of us, and one of us is not

to be treated like a dog.” Yeah.

You liked it, to ride through the city like a cowboy

You wanted to be named “Bilal Abou Chaker”

Disco in and disco out, party with sluts

Everyday drunk and Ari paying for it

How often did you open you big mouth full of shit

because you knew, that because of us nobody would dare to fuck with you

Berlin does not have any respect for a metrosexual

But daddy Arafat takes care of it with diamonds

And you have the nerve to slander

He beat up his own cousins, because they were rude to you

Now you’re hustling Ari

And he became your best friend – Jackpot

For your every day spent in the studio I have paid

Cash and check, as you know I was good for it

I took you along on every tour, Austria, Germany, Switzerland

I wanted to show you Kay, what friendship means

I put you on tv I featured you constantly

For you all this was expected

Four years later the Hype came by itself

“I have-I have-I have- I have style and money” , yeah

Suddenly you have your own show

It all revolves around bling, broads and cocaine

Champagne for the pain, cocaine for the brain

Now he’s got what he wanted, the fame seeking Kay

I wasn’t good enough for you anymore, you started to act cool

Full of yourself because of several klicks on youtube,

You tried to win over Ari,

Fuck Anis, man, we are doing our thing

But he just laughing at you was a harsh rejection

Do you know how this is called Kay? Patricide

Shindy had to jump in – Prince of Belvedair

Little work, much money and afterwards complaining

Four hundred thousand you made minimum

But tell: How much did you give Shindy?

No cent, Kenneth, tell me, who is the slave driver here?

And you sick brother is still living in poverty

Suddenly the stepfather of Kenneth appears

Playing a big shot manager

Opening a GmbH* behind my back

A dude, greasy like the gel in his hair

He comes along on all gigs, flashlight, rich kids

Hanging all day long over Kenny, like his bitch tits

Dann the night and fog action came

You think, the current contract it will work itself out?

(Bushido)

Yeah, Kay. That was your life, your whole life.

Do you still remember, back then? Chablife? Royal Bunker? Köln?

Berlin? And the names while you were climbing up, you old snitch? Yeah, man.

And I didn’t even mention it all, dude. What’s with all those threatening SMS that we receive every day?

If you snored too much cocain, dude. One is not cool doing that, dude. Emory said the same thing.

But you know what? Emory I don’t take serious. He is the same bastard as you. Dou you understand what I mean?

Only your skin color is different. Inside your hearts you’re the same son of a bitch. But fuck it, man.

That was the story now comes the finale, Dikka*. Yeah! Kay!

Verse 3

Because it’s a direction, today it going to be your funeral

Give up your childish diss, that was all lies

You and me know: This here is the truth

And form now on I’m fucking your exsistence, you bastard

You sticking out of RTL’s ass, you must be in need of promo press

Bloathed botox face with alcoholic outbursts

All Glöckler are the same, Harald or Kennerth

After this track you’ll be running to your lawyer crying, bitch

Small kid spin your head – Exorcist

You come after your stepfather – Sextourist

Mommy loves you, but when the dough is gone

She disses you like Lay for a fashion show, yeah

Kay, you’re only the lady boy of Bodensee

Today you can see your career at the bottom

You’re welcome I will continue with your quote nigger

Because of me you see your gay-marriage fall apart

He is on the phone, Emory, Fameory

And calls you son of a bitch, Gaymory, Shamory

I have so many questions for you two victims

When I beat Kay, am I then a Thai-Boxer?

You embarrassed yourselves with the statement

Black shit stain, hiding behing Ray Ban

You patented gay, acting like “Fuck fake friends”

But the biggest fake friend are you

Yeah, there is no shaking hands with me, go and suck at Hallaschka’s

This track will make you freeze like Alaska

Your face is puffy from cocain

When will you stop fucking those little girls?

Cheers, boy, you used to be my brother, but when I heard, that

You raped one from Bisou

She was sleeping in the hotel, you came in a undershirt covered in womit

I knew, you underdog you’ll end up in the Jungle camp

It is Sonny Black, but you are just some wannabe black

C-Promi-shit from some village disco, you’re so ungrateful

I will let you get pierced, like my electro-ghetto-tatoo on my under arm

When I want to I go for a walk at Alexanderplatz

A kind of freedom that you as a informant do not have

You can’t even drive round the corner to McDonalds

Your best friend is an undercover commissioner

I was hanging around with gangsters and you with cops

Fame seeking in the club your father acts up like Robert Geiss

What do you have from your freestyle, when we pick you up once?

I listen to V.I.P, English version

You thought you were some really wicked street gangster

And now suddenly you’re a middle class coutry singer

Kenneth, work it out with your Ego

You joke, you ‘re only Mateo this year

31 st, listen, one line does not make you cool

Your techni junkie fans look like shit same as you

Think back, Echo 2008

You sucked at the fucking house – at Lorielle

That is not some ryme I have

He really sucked at the shit house – at Lorielle

That is not funny, you think this track here is pushing you

But this here is the final point

No info on the side, only so you know

That everyone, who hangs around with this bastard is my enemy

There in no small talk, no nice conversation

On which side you stand you have to decide for yourselves

I have let it slide this time

At the end all that I have left is to hate you

It can’t be taken back, no man

Rest in peace, Thai-slut, Gay one

I don’t do this for me, with me it’s that you’re a dumbass

I do it for the people you meant something to

For everyone who has supported you back then

So you can say slut today, you’re really something

For Arafat, without who you would have been eaten alive

For Shindy, he wrote the best lyrics for you

For Eko, a friend during your toughest times

For Staiger, who was the first to sing you

For Jaysus and Crime Payz, your boys in the south

People, that simply were not good enough for you

For my daughter, to who I can later tell

That her father was an honorable man

• Artist:Bushido