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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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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