4 Lyn - Realcuties lyrics

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!