Realcuties Lyrics & Chords By 4lyn
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!
