[corleone]

quick keystyle..


I'm done with this lame..
he couldn't cut it with a knife to his veins,
I would mistake sharp for a writer but markers run right through a page/
this guy is weird as shit,
I don't know if he's schizophrenic or just delirious/
he's just some random stan I stumbled by, who posted lies about me on the internet/
whats sad is that he's illiterate..
he tells me on some stan shit that he read my biography so I considered it/
I was low key.. because essentially he didnt know me for being legitimate/
So I was a gentleman about the whole thing,
until he questioned personal shit that I experienced/
A reminder.. I didn't know dude, so by reaction, I was offended quick,-
but stood replied to all of his messages/
he then called me a liar, and right then, I knew he was mentally ill/
I'm pretty sure he is dyslexic,- as well,
As I vastly noticed that his comprehension lessened,-
while he mentioned more things that weren't honestly real/
he continued to post comments that weren't true, and insulted me/
and then ranted on how I was never a member of the Wu Tang Clan and did arguably/
I said to myself, "damn.. this faggott nigga is really starting to bother me"/
when clearly, I had already mentioned prior that I was a member of the Wu Tang Clan and was proud to be/
he then switched it up, and mentioned some more things about linkin park,
I guess he wasn't thinking smart, yet alone at all, was he sharp/
Because in retrospective, he was always alone in the dark/
As he never sold a record, nor had affiliated himself with anyone from the start/
so in essence, sharp was jealous,
looking around for holes in my heart,-
as he caught my attention, I noticed he lacked a role for his art/
another lie from this fucking guy,
And I swear, I'll fucking cut him into pieces/
I'll develop a thesis, along with speeches on sacrificial body parts of his own, for my teachings/
raw artistry, saw through sharps heart and tear arteries,
Queer, pardon me..
you no match, like things ought to be/
charged larsony, I turnt sharps' corpse to burnt offerings/
for thrills solomly,-
On behalf of my own psychology/
I kill oddishly, and film whores,
snuff films with sick broads,
sharp better off searching for dead links off billboard/
cause fo'sure.. he ain never kill anyone, he real soft,
I had one of my gospel fans run up on him and peal off..