corleone
07-12-2020, 08:42 PM
quick keystyle..
.. fuck genocide, this dudes a biter foreal,
he bit my name as, "anonymous" and tried to mimic my skill//
so lyrically ill, my pen spills poisonous quills,
and leaks genocide all over the world, verbal kill//
son tried to play me like I'm dumb, and change his name to gen,
so he could hide out on a different message board with his friends//
.. that's something a bitch'll do,
like she cheated on her boyfriend,
so tell me, what is it dude?,
are you sleeping around with men?//
let's not play pretend.. jens' changing his story//
.. and the screen showing me sharp creating it for me// (.. lol, uppin' my verse @ sharp)
.. get blazed with my .40 caliber gun,
gen gon miss the next crowd, like armageddon//(gen/generation)
armed with weapons, disarm and bomb my brethren,
I'll scar his lessons and take his heart, like horror segments//
I devour sentences.. eat subjects, and vomit predicates,
and misuse adverbs like anon (genocide) for props in messages//
.. for kicks, I'll pop you nigga,
run up on you for your shit, and drop you nigga,
you a bitch nigga.. you never popped off at no one,
.. you never been in the streets, you ain't built for warrin'//
If I got you, the whole hood stop and applaud you,
bitch, stop acting like I never did nothing for you//
.. you a loose slut, this fool luck is over and dried out.. like my two nuts//
.. you suck,
the best thing you could ever do is never do much//
and who's up?.. genocide, at the plate//
.. looking like something foul I ate//
I smile at fakes, shake hands and trialed through hate,
so genocide is nothing more then the mere clown I'd break//
.. let's go pound for pound, round for round, I'll handle this bum,
teach him to keep a firm grip on my dick like my hand onna gun//
I'll damage his lungs, cock back and blam on his tongue,
.. so he could see where cor cumming from//
running from who my nigga?.. I run from no one,
.. you slow son, like your father trying to narrate my career you stole from..
taking it back to my old style as "anon"..
quick keystyle..
your unresourceful.. like magazines that endorse you.. 'source-magazine'// I'll resort to-violence and torch your corpse-in-kerosene// gens a homo.. he shares himself and courts with men behind the scenes.. for the quick-cash, gen sold more ass then pop culture did for-teens//(gen/generation) I'll arroz con pollo this chicken shit to a plate and side-of-beans// .. gens a biter, who used my credentials as a writer to pipe his- dreams// .. this fuccin herb stole my name, and sharked my style//he then called himself anon, but couldn't pronounce-the-vowels'// I fucked him in his nonnie', as he pronounced my name.. anon, I'll run gen broke like a cartridge-game//(rob him/game generator) I'll spark and aim, cock back, and scar his frame//.. fuck genocide, like a parade of crusades' march' for change//.. cockbite, you not nice, I'll put your career to a stop-light//.. and like cars at auto repair centers, you'll get dropped-twice// you can't fight, on no level could you ever beat me//.. knock your ass out, as you pass out from tremendous amounts of bleeding// .. I'll body you.. put my gun in your mouth, shells turn you to pasta// Geno.. short for italian like Corleone is to a mobsta// - get it? lil geno? I'll stick thick blades down your pee-hole// -Im evil- I'll cut genocide into pieces, and feed people// and we know.. gen ain never killed anybody, he's all mouth// pow! shots ring through his couch, as my goons creep up in his house// .. ouch! keep playing my slowjam, bro ham.. and end up like sharp in a witness protection program//(sharp/mark'ers) you throw hands? let's see bitch, you pee quick, so seamless.. you was never a thug, yet was always on some netcee shit//genocide claims hes from Philly, but he lives in Minnesota//.. which state are you from, bum? because I just think your crazy, and your pics reveal your disorder//.. pug bitch, you love dick and your threads speak for itself//you rallying fags or are you just teasing yourself?//.. stop mistreating yourself, we all know your attracted to men//.. are you on the verge of cracking, and are about to give in?//.. you thinking of going public, and confessing your secret?//because we all know your a fag, stressed in your anal region//.. son pug in his face, hes looking to mate with niggas on net//.. you could tell by his demeanor in his pics he vexed//.. like.. "damn.. I wish Corleone was homo, too... we could of formed a crew, and rolled like WU"//.. he said, "maybe even a loan or two.. I would of fronted him something, just to go to school"//.. shut the fuck up, you dumb cunt, you could suck on both nuts// -hold up- I'll beat gens ass and watch his body fold up//
.. fuck genocide, this dudes a biter foreal,
he bit my name as, "anonymous" and tried to mimic my skill//
so lyrically ill, my pen spills poisonous quills,
and leaks genocide all over the world, verbal kill//
son tried to play me like I'm dumb, and change his name to gen,
so he could hide out on a different message board with his friends//
.. that's something a bitch'll do,
like she cheated on her boyfriend,
so tell me, what is it dude?,
are you sleeping around with men?//
let's not play pretend.. jens' changing his story//
.. and the screen showing me sharp creating it for me// (.. lol, uppin' my verse @ sharp)
.. get blazed with my .40 caliber gun,
gen gon miss the next crowd, like armageddon//(gen/generation)
armed with weapons, disarm and bomb my brethren,
I'll scar his lessons and take his heart, like horror segments//
I devour sentences.. eat subjects, and vomit predicates,
and misuse adverbs like anon (genocide) for props in messages//
.. for kicks, I'll pop you nigga,
run up on you for your shit, and drop you nigga,
you a bitch nigga.. you never popped off at no one,
.. you never been in the streets, you ain't built for warrin'//
If I got you, the whole hood stop and applaud you,
bitch, stop acting like I never did nothing for you//
.. you a loose slut, this fool luck is over and dried out.. like my two nuts//
.. you suck,
the best thing you could ever do is never do much//
and who's up?.. genocide, at the plate//
.. looking like something foul I ate//
I smile at fakes, shake hands and trialed through hate,
so genocide is nothing more then the mere clown I'd break//
.. let's go pound for pound, round for round, I'll handle this bum,
teach him to keep a firm grip on my dick like my hand onna gun//
I'll damage his lungs, cock back and blam on his tongue,
.. so he could see where cor cumming from//
running from who my nigga?.. I run from no one,
.. you slow son, like your father trying to narrate my career you stole from..
taking it back to my old style as "anon"..
quick keystyle..
your unresourceful.. like magazines that endorse you.. 'source-magazine'// I'll resort to-violence and torch your corpse-in-kerosene// gens a homo.. he shares himself and courts with men behind the scenes.. for the quick-cash, gen sold more ass then pop culture did for-teens//(gen/generation) I'll arroz con pollo this chicken shit to a plate and side-of-beans// .. gens a biter, who used my credentials as a writer to pipe his- dreams// .. this fuccin herb stole my name, and sharked my style//he then called himself anon, but couldn't pronounce-the-vowels'// I fucked him in his nonnie', as he pronounced my name.. anon, I'll run gen broke like a cartridge-game//(rob him/game generator) I'll spark and aim, cock back, and scar his frame//.. fuck genocide, like a parade of crusades' march' for change//.. cockbite, you not nice, I'll put your career to a stop-light//.. and like cars at auto repair centers, you'll get dropped-twice// you can't fight, on no level could you ever beat me//.. knock your ass out, as you pass out from tremendous amounts of bleeding// .. I'll body you.. put my gun in your mouth, shells turn you to pasta// Geno.. short for italian like Corleone is to a mobsta// - get it? lil geno? I'll stick thick blades down your pee-hole// -Im evil- I'll cut genocide into pieces, and feed people// and we know.. gen ain never killed anybody, he's all mouth// pow! shots ring through his couch, as my goons creep up in his house// .. ouch! keep playing my slowjam, bro ham.. and end up like sharp in a witness protection program//(sharp/mark'ers) you throw hands? let's see bitch, you pee quick, so seamless.. you was never a thug, yet was always on some netcee shit//genocide claims hes from Philly, but he lives in Minnesota//.. which state are you from, bum? because I just think your crazy, and your pics reveal your disorder//.. pug bitch, you love dick and your threads speak for itself//you rallying fags or are you just teasing yourself?//.. stop mistreating yourself, we all know your attracted to men//.. are you on the verge of cracking, and are about to give in?//.. you thinking of going public, and confessing your secret?//because we all know your a fag, stressed in your anal region//.. son pug in his face, hes looking to mate with niggas on net//.. you could tell by his demeanor in his pics he vexed//.. like.. "damn.. I wish Corleone was homo, too... we could of formed a crew, and rolled like WU"//.. he said, "maybe even a loan or two.. I would of fronted him something, just to go to school"//.. shut the fuck up, you dumb cunt, you could suck on both nuts// -hold up- I'll beat gens ass and watch his body fold up//