Paulie the pest, come test me, dale…

Mosquito with a mic, pero no tienes calle.

Keep flappin’ them gums. I brought the Raid, cabrón.

Buzz buzz, bitch, you annoyin’ as hell,

Paulie leechin’ off vibes you the drama clientele.

Talkin’ slick, throwin’ shade in a comment thread,

But your bars so weak, I feed ‘em to the undead.

You creepy-crawlin’ in DMs with that fake ass charm, But I see through it all you ain’t got no harm. You petty, you bitter, lil bug with no bite,

I got more cojones in heels on a Friday night.

Bug spray, I keep it cocked,

Paulie buzzin’ but I block.

You the type to talk then stalk,

Cryin’ ‘bout friends while you mock.

I don’t play ‘bout my crew,

Talk slick, I come for you.

Leechin’ off clout ain’t new

But I ain’t the one, so shoo!

Four fake accounts, all buzzin’ with spite,

Harassin’ in comments, you type outta spite.

Half your shit don’t even make sense,

Like bro who hurt you? Build a fence.

Go touch some grass, or at least some soap,

Your drama tired, your shade’s a joke.

Splat that’s what we wanna do,

Piojoso que molesta mucho shoo!

I ain’t got time for your cryin’ online,

Every word that you drop is a desperate whine.

Buzzin’ in threads like you tryna get fed,

But you’re suckin’ on clout, not a crumb of bread.

Talk tough, but you typed that slow,

While I click-clack heat and reload the flow.

You swing and you miss, like always, fool,

I’m the flyswatter queen and I bend no rules.

Your ego’s loud, but your talent’s ghost,

Got four accounts, still ain’t close.

I light the match, you burn in shame,

You’re a glitch in the system not a name.

Tryna guilt-trip me? Baby, nah.

I’m busy stackin’ tracks you just blah.

So flap them wings while I slay these beats,

You just background noise in my queen-size feast.

I ain’t your therapist, I ain’t your priest,

You leech off peace, then call it “beef.”

I pick my friends, no permission slip,

Try to guilt-trip me? I sink your ship.

Bug spray, I keep it cocked,

Paulie buzzin’ but I block.

You the type to stir the pot,

Then play victim when it’s hot.

Keep flappin’, you get squashed,

Your whole act gettin’ watched.

I protect who I got

You just mad I’m not lost.

Paulie, pathetic, puro parásito perdido,

Peleando por posts pa’ parecer querido.

Pica por pique, pero paga por pena,

Pendejo parlante pura escena ajena.

Pego palabras, poderosa puñeta,

Patea tu pecho, pa’l piso la meta.

Piropos pa’ mí, pero poison pa’ ti,

Pavoroso payaso, pa’ fuera de aquí.

Perrito pa’ likes, paniqueao en la esquina,

Presumiendo poder, pero sin disciplina.

Pum, pa’l piso, pa’ que pares de postear,

Porque pa’ putas pullas, mijo, ¡prepárate a sangrar!

Advertencia: Este tema contiene picante verbal, palabrotas poderosas, y una p-perra poesía peligrosa. Paulie , si sigues picando… te van a fumigar con flow. Pendejo, pa’ que lo sepas: aquí no se juega. Signed la que pisa sin perdón. 💋🪰

༺🌹༻ 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 ༺🌹༻

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