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!