Bosshafte Weihnacht Lyrics (English Translation) – Asche, Aschkobar, Felix Blume

Read the full Bosshafte Weihnacht (English Translation) lyrics by Asche, Aschkobar and Felix Blume along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Asche’s music, you can also explore Xmassaker V and Todesschwadron, two other songs by Asche.

[Part: Felix Blume]
Felix Blume, I roll out of the driveway of my residence
Proud, German, in a Rolls-Royce with bodyguards like a president
Christmas Eve, the brightly colored lights shine festively
In the twilight, my album is playing somewhere in the background
I click my tongue briefly, yes, it wasn’t a bad year
I stepped away from German rap, I have no idea what the others were up to
Mostly I don’t care anyway, I’ve exhibited my artwork
If you exhibit anything, it’s at most your music
How can you subject your fans to this crap? The only thing you can expect from them is to put up with this crap
Nothing but bland mediocrity everywhere, so I won’t be like that
And I’ll write a few lines more sophisticated than Einstein or Isaac Newton
They see me live and shout: “The boss seems to be doing great!
How he casually and effortlessly sends away his sweat-drenched,
necessarily hectic staff with hand gestures
Looks damn cool and powerful, he’s respected everywhere
Plus he has a crazy good technique!”
Music and painting, my range is immense
I’m quoted from university lecture halls to corner tables in dive bars
Because my punchline legacy remains in long-term memory
I’ll break your spinal discs, rappers are just cockriders
Filthy like a truck driver with a can of Budweiser
Leaking chat logs, these gossips are extremely sneaky
They want to expose me with DMs like the Ruff Ryders
I’m a pure, steel-hard chauvinist
Punching power like Obelix and smart like Aristotle
F to the B handles politics like a statesman
With a focused gaze in the election campaign like Ahab in Moby D!ck

[Hook: Felix Blume]
Yeah, boss-like Christmas
Freezing temperatures, icicles, stiff bodyguards
Boss-like Christmas
Get ready, because I’m bringing more presents than can fit in your mailbox
Because the year was a mindfu*k for you, not easy
Because inflation is tripling your costs
And your job won’t make you rich right now

So presents in your face, Mois, boss-like Christmas