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packa benson – revenge (demo) كلمات اغاني

[verse]
pull up at the spot, i’m a shoot my f_cking princ_p_l
all these f_ggots from my school, swear i’d f_cking k!ll ’em all
i had dreams of taking these motherf_ckers out
you know who i’m talking ’bout, shoot you in your f_cking mouth
you know who i am, you know my f_cking name
keep my name up out your mouth, and i’ll keep it the same
but these b_tches always talking sh_t, that’s the f_cking problem b_tch
you know i take all your sh_t, all you f_gs get robbed, you b_tch
if i don’t make it out, swear i’ll f_cking k!ll myself
if i die for this bullsh_t, then i wish you well
fat b_tches pushing weight, buying food like retail
if my rapping fail, i drop out and start the weed sale
i smoke weed to get the stress off my mind
but these f_ggots bring sh_t up like the united game from 99
they always took the p_ss out my sh_t, but that’s fine
i never f_cked with your sh_t, so why you always f_cking with mine?
get off my d_ck, you, ugly b_tches
you did tee why cause you got lots of riches
you some stuck up priviliged kids, with no worries in your life
while i was in rehab for drugs, and got suspended for having three knives
i had knives on me during school hours
my apartment had no power, i used to be taking cold showers
but now i’m making money, paying rent to my mom
i had relatives in the r.i.a, it’s in my blood to make bombs
make bombs, blow your face off like napalm
never snitched on a single person, i can stay strong
but you p_ssys snitch under the first bit of pressure
to make sure you get the point, i’m a write you a lecture
i’m on the dole, i’ll do anything to make ends
i don’t give a f_ck about my life, i’ll throw it all away to get revenge
to get revenge
i cut you open, record, and watch that sh_t again and again
homicidal, i’m f_cked in my mind
one look into my eyes is guaranteed to leave you traumatized
it doesn’t take a lot to take a life
but you so f_cking fat when i stab you, it probably break the knife
how someone like you, calling me fake
like the drake mixtape, if you’re hearing this, it’s too late
if money was flowers, then i’d have myself a bouquet
how someone call me fake, when his shoes are f_cking bootleg
she said, yo, i found your spotify, you can rap?
i call cap, she was fat
these b_tches like rats, but became so focused on the cheese
that they forgot about the trap, what, how, what?

- packa benson

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