Songtext:
what comes around goes around
and you fukkers gotta get yours
chekk this out
i never wanted this to happen,but it did
now iВґll 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 forgotall your invisible fans were there to blow up the spot
your moshpit was as big as your dikks!
and thatВґs the reason why you wanted to fukk up the whole 4lyn-clikk
sorry boys,but thatВґs how it is
you got no talent,no style and thatВґs the reason why youВґre 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 iВґm sittinВґon
not even the toilet that iВґm shittinВґon
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 competitioni kikkedВґem all
i let you muthafukkers know the deal
you ainВґt 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,
thatВґs the reason why you muthafukkas keep on dissin
you want to do it like i do,baby
you wanna reach the status iВґm 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 piecessorry bitch!
remember the shirt,that you gave me in the past?
i only used it one timefor wipinВґmy 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 Вґtil i saw you play live
in this game you wannabe-professional, you wonВґt survive
you try to be the next "ratm",
but hey,to me you faggots look like "YMCA"!!
keep your big mouth shut and stand in line(muthafukka!)
against me youВґll need an armywhile i just need one rhyme
believe that!
you want to do it like i do,baby
you wanna be in my position,
thatВґs the reason why you muthafukkas keep on dissin
you want to do it like i do,baby
you want to reach the status iВґm in
what,what,this is a battle that you cannot win,no!
please,take it personal!
keep your wakk-ass-songs in your rehearsinВґ-room!
bitch,i said please,
donВґt mistake me when i speak about your shit,
because your shit is weak!!
crap,is what i call your style,
youВґre like a formula one-tirelow profile!
thatВґs it,thatВґs all,my friend
ey yo,russo!hook me up again!
and you fukkers gotta get yours
chekk this out
i never wanted this to happen,but it did
now iВґll 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 forgotall your invisible fans were there to blow up the spot
your moshpit was as big as your dikks!
and thatВґs the reason why you wanted to fukk up the whole 4lyn-clikk
sorry boys,but thatВґs how it is
you got no talent,no style and thatВґs the reason why youВґre 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 iВґm sittinВґon
not even the toilet that iВґm shittinВґon
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 competitioni kikkedВґem all
i let you muthafukkers know the deal
you ainВґt 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,
thatВґs the reason why you muthafukkas keep on dissin
you want to do it like i do,baby
you wanna reach the status iВґm 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 piecessorry bitch!
remember the shirt,that you gave me in the past?
i only used it one timefor wipinВґmy 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 Вґtil i saw you play live
in this game you wannabe-professional, you wonВґt survive
you try to be the next "ratm",
but hey,to me you faggots look like "YMCA"!!
keep your big mouth shut and stand in line(muthafukka!)
against me youВґll need an armywhile i just need one rhyme
believe that!
you want to do it like i do,baby
you wanna be in my position,
thatВґs the reason why you muthafukkas keep on dissin
you want to do it like i do,baby
you want to reach the status iВґm in
what,what,this is a battle that you cannot win,no!
please,take it personal!
keep your wakk-ass-songs in your rehearsinВґ-room!
bitch,i said please,
donВґt mistake me when i speak about your shit,
because your shit is weak!!
crap,is what i call your style,
youВґre like a formula one-tirelow profile!
thatВґs it,thatВґs all,my friend
ey yo,russo!hook me up again!