Ich Ich Ich Ich Ich

It's pointless to try to figure out where the joke ends and the philosophy begins - it's all mixed up, like beer and protein powder at a post-holiday morning workout. The world is bursting with absurdity: gangsters with degrees, poets with Scout backpacks, and saints with credit cards. Each verse is like a meme that suddenly found a beat and stadium energy.

Everything is served with a predatory smirk: dirty, clever, and deliberately absurd. Between “Tanktop” and “Tegeler See” lies a mockery of what is commonly considered courage. This isn't rap, it's stand-up with bass - where instead of morals, there's only rhyme and the confidence that life, like a beat, sounds best at maximum volume.