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!
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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!