4 Lyn
4 Lyn - Realcuties songtekst
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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!