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Napalm

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So you hoes wanna run ya mouth. Lets begin.

Its the end of these fake Mcs/
My lyrics are an infectious disese/
Iam a viralologist making my virus stronger/
No antidote your mom gloat cause you a goner/
No honer I have for you so I end this quick/
Watch you choke and Sufficate like ya girl on my dick/
I roll with a sicc click who Mob thick/
Deep into ya domain/
Leave Gay Fizzle with a blood stain on his chest/
In the ground ya rest like the others who test/
This lyrical master of cerimonies/
Big Skirt on will pay his dues like alamonies/
You bitches call my name out like you know me/
And I call whoever I want a bitch mind ya shit/
Before the pit is where your restin place be/
YOu young cats think you got heat in the game/
Ill take you out bury your career like ya name/
Lame cats I beat with ball bats shisty rats/
Put in sacks int he back of peoples lacs/
Cracks in ya dome from the drive-by in the brome/
Gay Fizzle try to sizzle feel the bullet whistle/
Pistol whip ya trick 16 in the clip for Big skirt on when he trip/
And half you siccness cats aint sicc just retarded/
When you step out the house youll get doussed best be guarded/
My lyrics burn through you even if you were flame retardent/
Do you lames understand what Iam sayin here/
Gay Fizzle you have no heart because its consumed with fear/
You young bitch check my pitch make me rich/
You looking scared like a snitch/
Cowards like you and Skirt-on talk to much so I shut ya up/
Ya just got lyrically raped by the madman/
And to the rest of you siccness bustas talkin shit/
Quick slit ya throat and leave in the garbage can/
For the garbage man to take out the trash/
Smoked out on hash about to dash off to the spot/
FUCK YOU BUSTAS YA JUST GOT CAUGHT/
Decieved cant ya tell open up the doors welcome to hell.

THE ROBBER
 
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Big Paqo

Sicc OG
#4
Jun 11, 2002
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#4
a message board is public so anything you post is everyones buisness.

your shit is elementery. i remember flowin like you when i was in the 5th grade writin my very first flow. Theres no shame in not haveing the skill but you gotta get better before you can claim to be the best and compete with everyone. let me break it down and dissect your shit for you.

1your shit doesn't make sense...

"Smoked out on hash about to dash off to the spot/
FUCK YOU BUSTAS YA JUST GOT CAUGHT/ "

"Lame cats I beat with ball bats shisty rats/
Put in sacks int he back of peoples lacs/ "


2It doesn't rhyme half the time....

"You young bitch check my pitch make me rich/
You looking scared like a snitch/
Cowards like you and Skirt-on talk to much so I shut ya up/
Ya just got lyrically raped by the madman/
And to the rest of you siccness bustas talkin shit/ "


"Cracks in ya dome from the drive-by in the brome/
Gay Fizzle try to sizzle feel the bullet whistle/
Pistol whip ya trick 16 in the clip for Big skirt on when he trip/ "

3your clowns jus down right suck....

"And half you siccness cats aint sicc just retarded/
When you step out the house youll get doussed best be guarded/
My lyrics burn through you even if you were flame retardent/ "

4 and your name alone leaves you open for mockery...
THE ROBBER..
 
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