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Ya see I wont even post in your thread because your so fuccing weak. So I start my own to deciamte your career. Just remember your fake.
YOUR FAKE
As I sit in my state of depression/
I see another uneducated bitch who needs a blessin/
Your rhymes dont accel there in a state of regression/
Like a docotr going back to learn a kindergarden lesson/
Ill slit ya wrist and use the blood for salad dressin/
In my profession rappers like you will be left stressin/
Just for testin this madman with the smith and wesson/
Quit rapping before your found in the lake/
Body drugged up got fucced up cause you fake/
Underestimated Napalm to late you hate/
now your body rots under the sewer grate/
thats your fate, they rate your rhymes as fake/
Never did dirt in your life sweet as cake/
I stake your soul as hells property/
Exhume your body in a demonic autopsy/
Six Sided slicing razors for you carbon copies/
You cant stop me form taking your soul/
Big Paqo you punk hoe your flows are old/
You thought you had game sold/
And you thought this battle was something you could take/
But like I said before you fake/
Iam sick of this fake gangbangin bitch/
The only thing you tell is information on people you snitch/
You run to the cops when they fucc up your spot/
If I see you its going to get hot/
Cause in your gut Ill leave 666 pellets of Bukshot/
Iam not playing i really want to get rid of you/
Your fake ass has hated since I came through/
We dont have to rap we can get true/
But you dont want that so you can go back/
To work for 6 cents a day mowing lawns/
While I leave ya checkamted like kings and pawns.......YOU FAKE
NAPALM
YOUR FAKE
As I sit in my state of depression/
I see another uneducated bitch who needs a blessin/
Your rhymes dont accel there in a state of regression/
Like a docotr going back to learn a kindergarden lesson/
Ill slit ya wrist and use the blood for salad dressin/
In my profession rappers like you will be left stressin/
Just for testin this madman with the smith and wesson/
Quit rapping before your found in the lake/
Body drugged up got fucced up cause you fake/
Underestimated Napalm to late you hate/
now your body rots under the sewer grate/
thats your fate, they rate your rhymes as fake/
Never did dirt in your life sweet as cake/
I stake your soul as hells property/
Exhume your body in a demonic autopsy/
Six Sided slicing razors for you carbon copies/
You cant stop me form taking your soul/
Big Paqo you punk hoe your flows are old/
You thought you had game sold/
And you thought this battle was something you could take/
But like I said before you fake/
Iam sick of this fake gangbangin bitch/
The only thing you tell is information on people you snitch/
You run to the cops when they fucc up your spot/
If I see you its going to get hot/
Cause in your gut Ill leave 666 pellets of Bukshot/
Iam not playing i really want to get rid of you/
Your fake ass has hated since I came through/
We dont have to rap we can get true/
But you dont want that so you can go back/
To work for 6 cents a day mowing lawns/
While I leave ya checkamted like kings and pawns.......YOU FAKE
NAPALM