Bushido - Leben und Tod des Kenneth Glöckler 

Bushido - Life and Death of Kenneth Glöckler

History:

Bushido is the most successful rapper in Germany. This song is about his former artist who cheated on him. Bushido then wrote this track against him.

He raps about the life of this artist and in the second part he raps about how devious this artist is.

Lyric:

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