Twisted - John Anthony

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, thy say that I’m least impressive

Though I tak 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, (Like whoa)

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