realcuties - 4lyn
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 your as dikks
and that´s the reason
why you wanted to fukk up
the whole 4lyn-clikk.
sorry boys,but that´s how isit
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 off you faggots the wall
you never the get 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
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 i like 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
go,and buy yourself a new pair of arms,
so you can reach the microphne
that i will turn into timebomba
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
won´t you survive
you try to be "r.a.t.m.",the next
but hey,to me you faggots
look like "ymca"
keep your big mouth
shut and stand in line...
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...
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that´s it,that´s all,my friend
ey yo,russo!hook me up again