John Anthony - Twisted Lyrics

Fuck your new man girl, he can suck a dick
'Cause all he is, is a beefed up little pussy bitch
It is what it is, I poke fun because I'm a prick
But your a tick so bite me, 'cause you make me sick
Yeah
Dove in like a scuba diver
I'm just here so you provide the path that I can use to slaughter you
Bitch I would do the honor of screwin' both you, your daughter
My dick grew and blew up on her, they call me the unabomber
I feel like a lethal weapon
My words can beat you to death 'til you bleed out your pee pee section
It's worst than a yeast infection, they say that I'm least impressive
Though I take this beat and rest it
It seems like you have ghost writers, I know 'cause I see the dead and
You gotta profound ear, look at me now dear
I'm lookin' down here, so high up I'm like a mountaineer
Fuck it, I'm downstairs gettin' head on ya mama's couch bear
Cuttin' up so many rhymes, it's kinda like I put 'em all in tiers
Don't get it, twisted
These rhymes are, offensive
And that's why, you in them
Your name's on, my hit list but this is
For your entertainment with these words I spit
Each verse I hit, keeps stirrin' shit
So please get off my discourteous dick
Don't get it, twisted
These rhymes are, offensive
And that's why, you in them
Your name's on, my hit list but this is
For your entertainment with these words I spit
Each verse I hit, keeps stirrin' shit
So please get off my discourteous dick
I don't play no games, straight eyebrows
Look at my face, ain't no smile
That's ain't my style, these girls gone wild
They get too attached so I cut them off like a new born child
Better watch now 'cause people gon' browse right through my files
Try'na find out how to tear me down
But you ain't gon' do it 'cause you won't know how
You went from somethin' to nothin
I went from nothin' to somethin
Oh so you think that I'm bluffin
Well ask me again if I'm bluffin
People be naggin' and cussin
I'm just like why are you buggin
Get it, wire you buggin
These puns ain't doing me nothin
This beat is so hot, need an oven mit
Might'a just burned myself back when I'm comin' in
Y'all better buckle in, I got the double edge sword
So I guess I kill me and this other bitch
I just be jugglin' couple of meds, if you wonderin' why I was stumblin
Bitch if you call me a knucklehead one more time
You gon' be dead, shoved inside of a duffle bag
I got the bottle of Jack, look at the way that I act
I just be shootin' my shots, but people too scared to shoot back
I don't know fashion but, I gotta Gucci tat
Right on my ballsack, I gotta designer bag
I moved to the south east so if y'all see me on the news at ten
For just fuckin' kidnappin' and rapin' a nine year old girl
Understand I'm a Florida man so, better grab the recorded cam and
Catch me doing something off rage
I'm a pull a pistol on this cashier at Walmart, for givin' me wrong change
These words are addictive, it's too bad you don't like how I spit shit, bitch
You must be autistic, wait, holy shit
Is it Christmas 'cause I'm gifted from the second that I stepped in
This freakin' game, I've been vicious
But this is just not about me, it's about my explicit shit
That's got you livid, but listen, just
Don't get it, twisted
These rhymes are, offensive
And that's why, you in them
Your name's on, my hit list but this is
For your entertainment with these words I spit
Each verse I hit, keeps stirrin' shit
So please get off my discourteous dick
Don't get it, twisted
These rhymes are, offensive
And that's why, you in them
Your name's on, my hit list but this is
For your entertainment with these words I spit
Each verse I hit, keeps stirrin' shit
So please get off my discourteous dick

Fuck your new man girl, he can suck a dick
'Cause all he is, is a beefed up little pussy bitch
It is what it is, I poke fun because I'm a prick
But your a tick so bite me, 'cause you make me sick
Yeah
Dove in like a scuba diver
I'm just here so you provide the path that I can use to slaughter you
Bitch I would do the honor of screwin' both you, your daughter
My dick grew and blew up on her, they call me the unabomber
I feel like a lethal weapon
My words can beat you to death 'til you bleed out your pee pee section
It's worst than a yeast infection, they say that I'm least impressive
Though I take this beat and rest it
It seems like you have ghost writers, I know 'cause I see the dead and
You gotta profound ear, look at me now dear
I'm lookin' down here, so high up I'm like a mountaineer
Fuck it, I'm downstairs gettin' head on ya mama's couch bear
Cuttin' up so many rhymes, it's kinda like I put 'em all in tiers
Don't get it, twisted
These rhymes are, offensive
And that's why, you in them
Your name's on, my hit list but this is
For your entertainment with these words I spit
Each verse I hit, keeps stirrin' shit
So please get off my discourteous dick
Don't get it, twisted
These rhymes are, offensive
And that's why, you in them
Your name's on, my hit list but this is
For your entertainment with these words I spit
Each verse I hit, keeps stirrin' shit
So please get off my discourteous dick
I don't play no games, straight eyebrows
Look at my face, ain't no smile
That's ain't my style, these girls gone wild
They get too attached so I cut them off like a new born child
Better watch now 'cause people gon' browse right through my files
Try'na find out how to tear me down
But you ain't gon' do it 'cause you won't know how
You went from somethin' to nothin
I went from nothin' to somethin
Oh so you think that I'm bluffin
Well ask me again if I'm bluffin
People be naggin' and cussin
I'm just like why are you buggin
Get it, wire you buggin
These puns ain't doing me nothin
This beat is so hot, need an oven mit
Might'a just burned myself back when I'm comin' in
Y'all better buckle in, I got the double edge sword
So I guess I kill me and this other bitch
I just be jugglin' couple of meds, if you wonderin' why I was stumblin
Bitch if you call me a knucklehead one more time
You gon' be dead, shoved inside of a duffle bag
I got the bottle of Jack, look at the way that I act
I just be shootin' my shots, but people too scared to shoot back
I don't know fashion but, I gotta Gucci tat
Right on my ballsack, I gotta designer bag
I moved to the south east so if y'all see me on the news at ten
For just fuckin' kidnappin' and rapin' a nine year old girl
Understand I'm a Florida man so, better grab the recorded cam and
Catch me doing something off rage
I'm a pull a pistol on this cashier at Walmart, for givin' me wrong change
These words are addictive, it's too bad you don't like how I spit shit, bitch
You must be autistic, wait, holy shit
Is it Christmas 'cause I'm gifted from the second that I stepped in
This freakin' game, I've been vicious
But this is just not about me, it's about my explicit shit
That's got you livid, but listen, just
Don't get it, twisted
These rhymes are, offensive
And that's why, you in them
Your name's on, my hit list but this is
For your entertainment with these words I spit
Each verse I hit, keeps stirrin' shit
So please get off my discourteous dick
Don't get it, twisted
These rhymes are, offensive
And that's why, you in them
Your name's on, my hit list but this is
For your entertainment with these words I spit
Each verse I hit, keeps stirrin' shit
So please get off my discourteous dick