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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!