John Anthony - Asshole (Freestyle) Lyrics

I'm not your average asshole
I'm an addict with a fuckin' stack of capsules
Ready to overdose and start rapping to leave these faggots baffled
I'm at the tabernacle, tackled by seven priests in the backup chapel
Using a scalpel rip out my Adam's apple
I pack and travel the world to visit these starving children
Just to see their garden and take a piss on their watermelon
Don't make it harder yelling, I'm not a retarded villain
The way I slaughter your daughter, it's like a martyr killing
The fuck with y'all, I've been in hell but I didn't walk around it
Fuck a weapon, I'll battle satan and beat his ass without it
So keep your asses grounded, I'm proud that my raps are doubted
You faggot ain't half amounted to that of what I have founded
My material's iller, you ain't jacking a spot
I'm a serial killer waiting to snap, crackle and pop
You actual thought I'm murderous, acting a plot
Not to twist your mind all around but I'm actually knot
Tell Laura hit me up, I'm a hot dude
So fuckin' hot I could burn her when she's on Fox News
I'll keep my socks glued, honey I'm not rude
But someone better tell this fuckin' slut to drop two
I gotta stop using drugs, my mind teeters
You see the dyke meter's over the line, either I'm going blind
Or your a complete fake, fuckin' lying cheater
Don't make me take this suit off for a wife beater
'Cause I might need a knife cleaver to slice this fuckin' dykes head off
And place that shit into my freezer
Blood stains on my white t-shirt and bright sneakers
Might need'a have a change back at the night cleaners
I dare somebody try to go and bury me, I'm in my Cherokee going ninety
You faggots really care to see?
I need some clarity, somebody get me some therapy
I'll kick a pregnant bitch in the stomach while only wearing cleats
Fuck the marriage scene, I guarantee half of these pregnant parent teens
Don't even care if this shit is embarrassing
I'm like the Eric Frein of hip hop, scaring me is the worst thing
'Cause I'm'a have you dead by thirty-three
I'm scary green like the hulk
I'll fuckin' hold a telephone and bash it on your head until it's broke
And take a pack of lithium and down it 'til I croak
Send a picture of dick to Dylan Sprouse as a joke
Fuck no, I'm not gay, you knew better
But try to crack a dick joke when you around Bruce Jenner
I'll fuckin' choose whether I should wear my new sweater
With a picture of my dick on the front of the news letter
It's kind'a evident where I can go and bury
Any irrelevant rapper who just acts like they are scary
'Bout'a fuck everyone up, it's kinda necessary
Like the president when he's bending over his secretaries

I'm not your average asshole
I'm an addict with a fuckin' stack of capsules
Ready to overdose and start rapping to leave these faggots baffled
I'm at the tabernacle, tackled by seven priests in the backup chapel
Using a scalpel rip out my Adam's apple
I pack and travel the world to visit these starving children
Just to see their garden and take a piss on their watermelon
Don't make it harder yelling, I'm not a retarded villain
The way I slaughter your daughter, it's like a martyr killing
The fuck with y'all, I've been in hell but I didn't walk around it
Fuck a weapon, I'll battle satan and beat his ass without it
So keep your asses grounded, I'm proud that my raps are doubted
You faggot ain't half amounted to that of what I have founded
My material's iller, you ain't jacking a spot
I'm a serial killer waiting to snap, crackle and pop
You actual thought I'm murderous, acting a plot
Not to twist your mind all around but I'm actually knot
Tell Laura hit me up, I'm a hot dude
So fuckin' hot I could burn her when she's on Fox News
I'll keep my socks glued, honey I'm not rude
But someone better tell this fuckin' slut to drop two
I gotta stop using drugs, my mind teeters
You see the dyke meter's over the line, either I'm going blind
Or your a complete fake, fuckin' lying cheater
Don't make me take this suit off for a wife beater
'Cause I might need a knife cleaver to slice this fuckin' dykes head off
And place that shit into my freezer
Blood stains on my white t-shirt and bright sneakers
Might need'a have a change back at the night cleaners
I dare somebody try to go and bury me, I'm in my Cherokee going ninety
You faggots really care to see?
I need some clarity, somebody get me some therapy
I'll kick a pregnant bitch in the stomach while only wearing cleats
Fuck the marriage scene, I guarantee half of these pregnant parent teens
Don't even care if this shit is embarrassing
I'm like the Eric Frein of hip hop, scaring me is the worst thing
'Cause I'm'a have you dead by thirty-three
I'm scary green like the hulk
I'll fuckin' hold a telephone and bash it on your head until it's broke
And take a pack of lithium and down it 'til I croak
Send a picture of dick to Dylan Sprouse as a joke
Fuck no, I'm not gay, you knew better
But try to crack a dick joke when you around Bruce Jenner
I'll fuckin' choose whether I should wear my new sweater
With a picture of my dick on the front of the news letter
It's kind'a evident where I can go and bury
Any irrelevant rapper who just acts like they are scary
'Bout'a fuck everyone up, it's kinda necessary
Like the president when he's bending over his secretaries