| what comes around goes around... | |
| and you fukkers gotta get yours. | |
| chekk this out... | |
| i never wanted this to happen,but it did. | |
| now i'll leave a message for all you little kids. | |
| you were drunk that night, full of adrenaline. | |
| played a big show in a big hall,but nobody was in. | |
| oops,sorry i forgot...all your invisible fans were there to blow up the spot. | |
| your moshpit was as big as your dikks! | |
| and that's the reason why you wanted to fukk up the whole 4lyn-clikk. | |
| sorry boys,but that's how it is. | |
| you got no talent,no style and that's the reason why you're pissed. | |
| you little girls wanna play ball? | |
| so grab the mic and fight bakk,i knokk you faggots off the wall!!! | |
| you never get the throne i'm sittin'on... | |
| not even the toilet that i'm shittin'on. | |
| nobody needs your crossover-cabaret! | |
| your rapper sounds like 'gamma ray' that is about to 'ram a gay'!!! | |
| i let you little pussies likk my balls! | |
| so much competition...i kikked'em all. | |
| i let you muthafukkers know the deal... | |
| you ain't got mass-appeal,but you are gays for real! | |
| for sure! | |
| you want to do it like i do,baby... | |
| you wanna be in my position, | |
| that's the reason why you muthafukkas keep on dissin... | |
| you want to do it like i do,baby... | |
| you wanna reach the status i'm in... | |
| what,what,this is a battle that you cannot win,no! | |
| that brings me straight to the next contester. | |
| the next victim of my lyrical molester. | |
| you thought,you were save,little ordinary? | |
| i fukk you up,too,mister o------!!! | |
| go,and buy yourself a new pair of arms, | |
| so you can reach the microphne that i will turn into a timebomb. | |
| i smile at you and then i hit the switch... | |
| i blow your fat butt into pieces...sorry bitch! | |
| remember the shirt,that you gave me in the past? | |
| i only used it one time..for wipin'my ass. | |
| with your 'wannabe punk-rokk' you will get nothing done, | |
| and the only girl you date is your mom! | |
| you cannot sing when it comes to that. | |
| i cannot believe that i gave your sorry ass respect. | |
| i gave you props 'til i saw you play live.. | |
| in this game you wannabe-professional, you won't survive. | |
| you try to be the next 'r.a.t.m.', | |
| but hey,to me you faggots look like 'YMCA'!! | |
| keep your big mouth shut and stand in line...(muthafukka!) | |
| against me you'll need an army...while i just need one rhyme... | |
| believe that! | |
| you want to do it like i do,baby... | |
| you wanna be in my position, | |
| that's the reason why you muthafukkas keep on dissin... | |
| you want to do it like i do,baby... | |
| you want to reach the status i'm in... | |
| what,what,this is a battle that you cannot win,no! | |
| please,take it personal! | |
| keep your wakk-ass-songs in your rehearsin'-room! | |
| bitch,i said please, | |
| don't mistake me when i speak about your shit, | |
| because your shit is weak!! | |
| crap,is what i call your style, | |
| you're like a formula one-tire...low profile! | |
| that's it,that's all,my friend. | |
| ey yo,russo!hook me up again! |
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