Realcuties lyrics

Artist  : 4lyn 
Song : Realcuties



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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!