Todesschwadron Lyrics (English Translation) – Asche, Aschkobar, Felix Blume

Read the full Todesschwadron (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 Lass es schneien and Weidmannsheil, two other songs by Asche.

[Part 1: Asche, Felix Blume, Asche & Felix Blume]
I wear a superstar face like a tabloid magazine
My whole body looks like a muscle tear
I’ll smash his face until his
lower jaw breaks
And the G never speaks again like a genie from a magic lamp
You act like you’re pretty smart, like Ku Klux Klan eyes, b!tch
But I’ll come and quickly end your future out of nowhere
I’ll stomp my shoe soles on your face
Until the last thing you see through your eyes, you son of a b!tch, is bloodshot
I’m made of good stuff, like the handle of a Luger Colt
And I’m fleeing the nuclear attack in the Murciélago seat

Dollar signs in my eyes and more numbers in parentheses than a math equation
I’m chilling in my bathrobe with the newspaper in front of the warm heater, phone on flight mode
Then Asche bursts in, “Bro, what’s been going on with German rap this year?”
“Oh, you know, all weak performances like a wet iPhone”
That’s when contempt spreads through me, so I’ll continue to fu*k everything up
Fu*k wealth, what I do is timeless
And what’s going on in your chancellor life? I’m going further into the crowd like a butterfly, yeah, if I have to (What then? Well…)
Then I’ll reinforce power and influence with shots, like a low free kick
Reinforce it with shots like my double-time flows, which I’ll be kicking again next year at awesome live shows
Hey, that’s nice, I’m totally in, bam, high-five
The rest completely messed up like Cotton Eye Joe
Because what they usually do is the biggest bulls*it
We were young G’s, hungry like inmates on a hunger strike
People hustling, people doing their thing, fu*ked up and brazen
T-O-N-I controlled the hashish price
Because everyone knew me in the big city streets
The word Kollegah was the abbreviation for coc*ine dealer
Sometimes I was broke and paid the monthly apartment rent later
It’s all good, today I wear a sable coat
I, on the other hand, was a so-called thug
I punched highly gifted nerds every break, making them ripe for emergency room nurses
Today I’m acting in the movie that your hoe has the official poster of plastered on her living room wallpaper (Hey)
Not everyone can say that about themselves, congratulations
Nice stuff, unfortunately half of them out there are envious
Yes, the world is gray and bleak, but I have self-confidence in my eyes

And I bring the money home, because I have obligations to my parents’ house
And from whatever clever perspective you want to look at it today
German rap has lost face, like after an acid attack
You hypocrites have failed, we’re shooting through the hallway with a firearm
And wiping away the gunshot residue with a scrubbing rag
Hey, the boss and Aschkobar are causing a lot of trouble
Your heads are hanging down like branches of a weeping willow
Back again in the… Tag-team mode, it’s like the serial code on the barrel of my gun
A sophisticated operation, I’ve got a thousand lines stockpiled, it’s an insane team
Yeah, the two of us are perfectly in sync, like the strings in the beat
Ashkobar, I’m a human punchline storm
And I’m a massive guy, like my walk-in closet
In a one-on-one fight with a bat like a crazy a$\
Proud mustache like a walrus, I say, “Do it,” you say, “Yes, boss”
There’s chaos from the Middle East to Laos to the Galapagos
I’m not the one who’ll turn off your lights with a snap of my fingers like Thanos
We come like a death squad, don’t act like a drug lord
You’re a rip-off, man, like a doping ration
I’ll hunt down your grandfather with pistol rounds
You better get ready to save Grandpa like a theater balcony
I’m a high-ranking person, I handle big transactions like a moderation by Olivia Jones
Homie, what’s up, this is a threatening fusion, like a nuclear explosion
A safe bet, like a safe combination
And I don’t care which surgeon you know
Because this combination remains deadly, like Ryu and Ken

[Part 2: Asche & Felix Blume]
I remain unpredictable, connected to the underworld like a German Army soldier with a bunker radio
You think it’s unfair how I’m ordering the most expensive wines right now?
They’ve been aging since the time when the Reichsmark was still the currency
Surrounded by bodyguards, like a Crown Prince of Britain
Bring me my black tea with sugar or you’ll be chronically mistreated
I arrive menacingly in my coat, I write for Thugs in the Sky
Living the mafia style, like The Godfather – Part II
Greetings to the law firm, you tricked the court so I wouldn’t end up behind bars like a guitarist?
Yes, certainly, you could say I got rich with a snap of my fingers
With food on the table at lunchtime, as if I had rubbed a genie’s lamp
Yeah, I made it look easy for you, I’m a great friend, like Siegfried and Roy
Yes, and the Rolls-Royce is low, yes, it’s practically on the street
Like your family in the evening, because they didn’t pay the rent
You want to try to be an opponent, I’m coming to find you, you victim
Believe me, I’m a man of my word like Konrad Duden
No boxing gloves, there are knees to the face
Your jaw crumbles with the next breeze of wind
I’m not doing business with you anymore, it doesn’t bring me any profit
Facial expression sublime like a 3D print
Brother, what are you doing next year?
Yeah, a little real estate, and you, brother?
I’m going the ski mask way