John Anthony - Terminal (Freestyle) Lyrics

I'm the devil's angel
I'm able to take you by both ankles and rape you
As rope strangles your throat as you croak analed
I'm coming in through all angles, so don't get your balls tangled
When I drop and fall right on this small table
You say it's great when you make it out of the gate
But if you like me and broke then I guess it pays to wait
My Asian date always tends to stray away
So I'm carving my name on her arm with a fuckin' razor blade
You straight or gay? 'Cause the way that I see you shave your legs
Makes me wanna stay far away from your fuckin' place
I'll shoot you in your face with an A-K
Go to your grave, take a shit and start singing amazing grace
I sit back and laugh at these big fat mother fuckers
Who think that they dope but they know they only just trash
I'll take your baby with gas and a fuckin' lit match
Put it in the back of my car and watch the fuckin' bitch blast
I'm on thin glass every time that I spit raps
So I just whip my ass out and tell people to kiss that
I got a mismatch, you faggots getting whiplashed
Call dispatch, tell 'em that I'm back with a diss track
I'm Kris Kringle, my middle fingers my big symbol
It may say in my bio that I'm taken but my dicks single
So get your lips tingled, bitch 'cause I don't fuck with that
Shove a fuckin' moxie pad right upside your foxy ass
Fuck Ivanka's dad and the rest of them cocky ass son's of bitches
Stalk the White House with a knife and hockey mask
I'll take a box of laxative's and break in through the back
And beat the fuckin' shit out of their face, like they's a boxing bag
I'm fuckin' toxic bad but I ain't try'na act different
Better keep your kids away or I'll teach 'em to smack bitches
'Cause shit, I've been accused of it like so many times
You can probably find the outline of my hand on their ass imprints
My mind is always fucked up but it's not my fault
I just enjoy the pleasure of bashin' my head against the wall
And rippin' out my hair and jammin' pencils in my skull
Grabbin' baseball balls and fuckin' taking swings at my balls
So fuck you all if you doubted, I'm 'bout it now
I'll rape a fuckin' woman without her makin' a sound
And dump her when she is down, force my dick into her mouth
Pin her to the ground, just to add her to my body count
'Matters now is I'm back and I'm bad like a phantom
I just call it that 'cause I'm 'bout'a just throw a massive tantrum
I got your dad for ransom in the back with a magnum handgun
When he's on his knees like Kaep did for the National Anthem

I'm the devil's angel
I'm able to take you by both ankles and rape you
As rope strangles your throat as you croak analed
I'm coming in through all angles, so don't get your balls tangled
When I drop and fall right on this small table
You say it's great when you make it out of the gate
But if you like me and broke then I guess it pays to wait
My Asian date always tends to stray away
So I'm carving my name on her arm with a fuckin' razor blade
You straight or gay? 'Cause the way that I see you shave your legs
Makes me wanna stay far away from your fuckin' place
I'll shoot you in your face with an A-K
Go to your grave, take a shit and start singing amazing grace
I sit back and laugh at these big fat mother fuckers
Who think that they dope but they know they only just trash
I'll take your baby with gas and a fuckin' lit match
Put it in the back of my car and watch the fuckin' bitch blast
I'm on thin glass every time that I spit raps
So I just whip my ass out and tell people to kiss that
I got a mismatch, you faggots getting whiplashed
Call dispatch, tell 'em that I'm back with a diss track
I'm Kris Kringle, my middle fingers my big symbol
It may say in my bio that I'm taken but my dicks single
So get your lips tingled, bitch 'cause I don't fuck with that
Shove a fuckin' moxie pad right upside your foxy ass
Fuck Ivanka's dad and the rest of them cocky ass son's of bitches
Stalk the White House with a knife and hockey mask
I'll take a box of laxative's and break in through the back
And beat the fuckin' shit out of their face, like they's a boxing bag
I'm fuckin' toxic bad but I ain't try'na act different
Better keep your kids away or I'll teach 'em to smack bitches
'Cause shit, I've been accused of it like so many times
You can probably find the outline of my hand on their ass imprints
My mind is always fucked up but it's not my fault
I just enjoy the pleasure of bashin' my head against the wall
And rippin' out my hair and jammin' pencils in my skull
Grabbin' baseball balls and fuckin' taking swings at my balls
So fuck you all if you doubted, I'm 'bout it now
I'll rape a fuckin' woman without her makin' a sound
And dump her when she is down, force my dick into her mouth
Pin her to the ground, just to add her to my body count
'Matters now is I'm back and I'm bad like a phantom
I just call it that 'cause I'm 'bout'a just throw a massive tantrum
I got your dad for ransom in the back with a magnum handgun
When he's on his knees like Kaep did for the National Anthem