While the German rap establishment has now retrained on Mentor to turn rich idiots into poor idiots in fart-filled hotel conference rooms, this artist is still flexing like he was on the first day. The five-track superstar - the pale-thin boy is back with his fourth track. And he's angrier than ever! Music: SCORE SQUAD / @scoresquad1443 Lyrics: this is the legendary legend, the pale-thin boy, people talk about him, people sung about him, the five-track superstar, the Bruce Wayne of rap, comes kaboom out of nowhere - and then he's gone again! what's his secret? his philosophy? why does he do this? why the fuck does he never explain himself? why this, why that and what is his message? and I just think to myself: okay, now you're getting a message in the face! and everyone is asking themselves who is behind it with heart and fist and wink wink overtaking on the right and using the indicator on the left with heart and fist and wink wink and everyone is asking themselves what is behind it with heart and fist and wink wink who is afraid of pale, thin children with heart and fist and wink wink you ask yourself: is this megalomania or a fictional character? I say: you're a journalist – the boy only knows high culture! you say: now he's talking about himself in the third person! I say: you've lost your studies, you high school son! you paperback bestseller, still want to talk to right-wingers but the vegesack jetsetter wants to give right-wingers the left hook! you say: the argument never ends like this! I say: that's the great thing about democracy! you say: he's only kidding. I say: and what if it's not? You say: I'm suing you. I say: why not? I'm an asi with a high school diploma – sometimes on the chin and sometimes subtly! Because: isn't just talking a bit little in the end, doctor of phil.? I'll sink you, heart and feet, into concrete with your fear, your howling and your online feature article. Just write the boy off your back. Again and again! Again and again! And yet I gnaw at you every night like Chuck the Beaver! And everyone asks themselves who is behind it with heart and fist and wink wink overtaking on the right and using the indicator on the left with heart and fist and wink wink and everyone asks themselves who is behind it with heart and fist and wink wink who's afraid of pale, thin children with heart and fist and wink wink you flashy Facebook folly junkie think that nobody will beat you. I'll wait until you, vizewitz, tear yourself apart. you ask: how could this happen? who knew what? i say: let's take another lap around vienna in the vengabus! you think you're clever. i know: i'm stupid. go and knock you sheepish bitches out. i'd rather overthrow the government. i don't play with fire – i just don't waste any time! and I only light what needs to burn with my thoughts! watch out, you shallow clown, the pale clown is coming deep, executive, judicial, legislative! stupid armies will hunt you down! if the state doesn't work, then we have to support it! and then i'll turn on the nerve chainsaw with a stihl! say my name, say my name (mr böhmermann) say my name, say my name (mr böhmermann) don't say my name, don't say my name! was that an international secret service operation or maybe the fist of the policeman's son? and everyone is wondering who is behind it with heart and fist and wink wink overtaking on the right and using the indicator on the left with heart and fist and wink wink and everyone is wondering who is behind it with heart and fist and wink wink who is afraid of pale, thin children with heart and fist and wink wink I'm disrupting class in your crappy alpha seminar aka lazy brothers fucking sad beta Peter you say: I'm a mentor now. I say: yeah. educated criminals work within the law go fuck themselves with your cash. I'll make a million in 3 days and I don't even want all the money at the end. I'm grinning like a sphinx in front of your pyramid system what now, boss? do you want to see my rap card? You say: my tattoos are an expression of my soul I am tattooed from the inside and can tell a story myself You say: gay cunt! I say: watch out, Voßkuhle, and surf on the spit lake in front of your shitty vocational school I fry for gourmets, I only grill for connoisseurs leave deeper traces than Tikka Masala in fine rib from Schiesser but don't give anyone a proper answer if no one asks properly Everything I do is a signal to the market! You ask: is that art or bad manners? I say: that's something for your advanced interpretation course and everyone asks themselves who is behind it with heart and fist and wink wink overtaking on the right and using the indicator on the left with heart and fist and wink wink and everyone asks themselves who is behind it with heart and fist and wink wink who is afraid of pale thin children with heart and fist and wink wink