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john anthony (rap) - dangerous lyrics

yeah
yeah, yeah

[verse]
ready for combat, i’m ’bouta just drop the missile
my ammo loaded, c+ck back and i shot with the pistol
i’ll be essential every time that i’m spittin’ a rhyme
ascending into the sky and literally hittin’ you like flys on a windshield
i’m authentically raw, if you thought p+ssin’ me off
would cause me to soft then you wrong, you feel me?
if you walk into me, starting a problem with me
promising ya’ll then gonna see how p+ssed off i will be
mentally aggravated, i hit ’em so bad they hate it
evaporated, i stack the papers, now your ass is graded
assassinated half of thе game and now i’m back
and patiently waitin’ the day that i can gracеfully say that i made it

i take it back in the worst way
my stylish wordplay, just may have you chirpin’ like in a birdcage
i tell this b+tch it’s my birthday
so when i’m on the first day, i’ll get served desert of some of her cake
i check your ass like a survey, i be getting worse like per day
when i’m groundbreaking like an earthquake
this verse hurts your nerves and that’s the first case of being disturbed
by the words that i would sure say
i’m certainly the one that just ain’t quittin’
my ex b+tch’s coming at me with the rage in ’em
they stay b+tchin’ and always wanna remain victim
them b+tches crazy, i’m in a cent like abe lincoln
you say missin’ just like a kid on a milk carton
i’m still jawin’ at you like a f+ckin’ drill sergeant
i’m will barton, my sk!lls are kinda just still carving
i’ll k!ll anyone in this b+tch who will want it
you f+ckin’ with the illest, a modern nuisance, i’m not a human
been droppin’ deuces on top of you, since i have hopped into this
so stop refusing, i got you losers in the palm of my hands
you mother f+ckin’ b+tches, ain’t ready for the sh+t that i’ma plan

sippin’ on more red bull, my schedules been a little bit quickened
my competition be disses, then disappear like magicians
i’m wishin’ to get you b+tches and crippled you little critics
potential so f+ckin’ big that i’m hittin’ right in the ceiling
my proposition is literally flippin’ the switch in this b+tch
and give ’em something so different, these b+tches don’t know what hit ’em
it’s like an addiction, you itchin’ to get a taste of it
all these pennies for thoughts, i went over my dang budget

i ain’t bluffin’, you fake f+ckers ain’t say nothin’
so stay shuttin’ that
hold up
where the the beat go?

- john anthony rap lyrics

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