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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 ill 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 thats the reason why you wanted to fukk up the whole 4lyn-clikk.
sorry boys,but thats how it is.
you got no talent,no style and thats the reason why youre 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 im sittinon...
not even the toilet that im shittinon.
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 kikkedem all.
i let you muthafukkers know the deal...
you aint 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,
thats the reason why you muthafukkas keep on dissin...
you want to do it like i do,baby...
you wanna reach the status im 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