No Comment (feat. Skamma & Royle) - MC Endo

Where have the strong gone? Show us your face when we call your name Why can't we be ourselves It's really fucking hard to be like someone else So if your vision is the same You will know us by name And we could meet up face to face If you think that we're playing 'Cause now we're ready to roll You motherfuckers are ghost Now everyone should raise their glass Because this is a toast to every Dumb little cunt that I'm going to roast So, cheers to you, there is no more hope! Leave blasphemy at the door I brought the gasoline to fuel your flame! And imma' let it fuckin' burn! This conversation is pointless at this point All words are fake, thus far No respect will, in turn, Add fuel to the flame! I'm aware that you do not have a clue To what you're fucking doing Or what you will even do Blleeggghh! Back Down! Now it's ride or die, so get out of our lives I make one little fuckin' mistake And imma' have to hear about it for days What a goddamn shame, Don't you know that I'm playing? It is all a game and we always win We Always Win! No more conversation, You're killing my fuckin' patience, It's over when I want it to be And I ain't fuckin' changin' A verbal annihilation is Coming right at your face So remember what I told ya' You're nothing but a fake cunt!

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