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!
