I am Haschisch Hunter, record Owens, Sherbert, Klatsch I am Ganja Kanzler, puff with the bros all night And you talk to me a lot at the party and you're disturbing Great, you have money and I never heard from you Shade 70s, my eyes are flashing I have a crush on her, she wants to disappear with me Spend time nowhere, I lie down on the bed I close my eyes for a moment, see the stars, I'm gone for a moment She in my arm, I feel good Butterfly, I stroke her tattoo They try to curse what we do But vain attempts, we laugh at them Left-wing, intoxicated youth, bro, *** the FDP It hurts a Nazi She wants to smoke with me, but it goes out to one She wants to meet again, but I say no to that Downstairs are bunkers in the closet Yes, you show me your tracks, but they don't have a sauce It's Wednesday afternoon and I smoke a bit of Lash My pants are full of cash, I get shoes from the guest Baby stretches belly and I like that Like before, I smoke a place on the south market square Drink water with the brothers and no Grey Goose I don't even want to know what you pisser do in your pipe Dirty old man