John Anthony - 400 Bar (Freestyle) lyrics

Yo You gonna witness my music, confusin’ ways Who in the sake of God would introduce my name I’ve been secluded and viewed as a true insane Ludicrous loser, abuser, there’s few to say I think I’m losin’ a huge fu*kin’ screw in my brain Yet I have proven that you ain’t gonna ruin me With all your stupid, subliminal amusement games I’ll keep producin’ my tunes, never losin’ faith I’m at the point where I avoid this drama spreadin’ Either you feed into this sh*t or be a man a forget it I know I said a lot stupid sh*t but do I regret it? Nah, y’all can kiss the cheeks of my ass if offended I’m gettin’ sick of these snowflake generational b*tches Misses I’m always fu*kin’ right when you know that you isn’t Like have a fu*kin’ sense of humor or you’ll have an incision into your fu*kin’ head ‘Cause that’s the situation that’s given I’m livin’ up to the top ‘cause this is my only shot To go and murder these beats, whether you like it or not I’m bout’a write ‘til my mother fu*kin’ mind has dropped I ain’t quittin’ now ‘cause this is really all that I got to keep it major A piece of me is half of this paper You mother fu*kers buggin’ over sh*t that I say but Have no problem when I show a bit of my anger When I’m b*tchin’ at my ex ‘cause I barely can stand her I’m not surprised everybody don’t like me You ridiculin’ everything I say Despite being a co*k su*kin’, mother fu*kin’ dick, bite me I’m not somebody that you should be takin’ lightly All of this hate in the air, it blinds me Admit it, you f*ck boys love to fight me We’ll go ahead, do your best and find me Matter of fact, I’ll be at your mom’s by nine and we’ll be fu*kin’ all night Disregard the rubber I’ma pull out in the middle when I start to f*ck her And you’ll be left in your life with a retarded brother Yeah I said it co*k su*kers, did I start to stutter? Nah I’m a true mother fu*ker, I’m just tryna make my bread and bu*ter off of this sh*t Man it’s no wonder that my hungers always drivin’ me This undeniably the worst side of me and yeah, f*ck anxiety I’m not for that If you talking smack, I got no problem knockin’ you right on your ass The villain’s back, you want beef? Then fine you got it Topic of discussion mother fu*ker, that’s all I wanted Because my rhymes are lethal like a fire beneath you I’ll decide if I’m livin’ my life violent or peaceful So don’t come at me and expect that I won’t say sh*t b*tch I will murder you so bad up on this mic you will quit And possibly may have to rethink why you ever came at me first When you know I’ll shrink you to size so you can fit in this urn You f*ggots will never learn so homie just wait your turn You fu*kin’ just with the villain, you’ll get what you all deserve My pen is like the revolver, ammo is all the words Firing back at all of these pussy, f*ggots and nerds I’m waiting ‘til I return, the fu*kin’ gift and a curse Forget tryna get the earth, I want the whole universe to hear what I fu*kin’ say So shut up and just observe I’m hearin’ too many chirps, I’m flippin’ you all the bird Be ready when I emerge to murder you on the verse, you pussy I be back and I’m practically slashin’ your ass With these raps that I stash on my pad If you f*ggots attack me, I’ll lash on your ass With this fire burnin’ passion I have, that would drive me insane fu*kin’ I be in pain but the stakes are too high So I can’t walk away, gotta aim for the sky Gonna stay ‘til die ‘cause one day you will rest me Right next these legends, the best of the best is the next me So why second guess me? f*ggots, you naggin’? That’s fine, go ahead keep on laughin’ ‘Cause that’s what has fueled me through most of my music You fools lookin’ stupid, you losers are clueless I knew you was not on my side, you a fake in disguise, I just hate all you guys who would claim you would ride and just die for me, lyin’ to me I’m not surprise, I can’t wait see your face when I’m signed ‘cause I be Comin’ at you with the dopest rhymes, the coldest lines The classical flow you might just recognize Hear the lyrics from the poster child The one you mother fu*kers hate and would poke his style, f*ck dissin’ You really wanna fight the real me? Fine, put down the mic and just try to kill me Do your best b*tch, go head oh wait, you can’t You just a mother fu*kin’ pussy who just sh*ts his pants I ain’t gon’ sit here and just argue I guarantee if my sh*t erupts, I’ll draw more attention than a cartoon The Chronicles was ripped apart due to the lyrics and comparisons But I’m still havin’ a part two So thank you for the criticism you c*nt Mr. I ain’t never spoke a fu*kin’ word to you once su*k on a dick and lick up the after spit on nuts, you fu*kin’ dumb Half of y’all can’t even do what I’ve done Never was out rhymed, I climb this mountain to outshine All of my competition who just sits there and doubt’s my crazy ways Who hates my mouth, why? My foul lines only contain two shots b*tch, it’s about time that you hear me now ‘Cause I was a skinny clown the second I came around Now I’m feastin’ on the game and I think I gained like eighty pounds Waive this gun around inside of this stadium Packed to the ceilin’, do you feel me now? My rhymin’ patterns are just masterful Matter a fact natural, your sh*t is trash and laughable with a capital L Causin’ collateral damage put me in a rabbit hole but lookin’ back I happen to see that my fu*kin’ glass is full so It’s like a message in a bottle My lyrics sealed so you can’t even follow You ain’t gonna know sh*t the second I close in And beat on your fu*kin’ head like AP did to his own kid I’m comin’ in with extended rounds, amount? Too many to count Wow, there’s plenty of clowns Now it’s just kind’a common to hear these people go off on me like I’m fu*kin’ Madana But at least with my fans, I never let ‘em down Barely just where I wannabe Probably not even close to the fu*kin’ finish line, sneakin’ around Follow me like a prodigy, nearin’ something now, I just gotta be This not a dream, I don’t wanna sleep Part me wants to get up and demolish these mother fu*kers critiquin’ me Have to decency, Jesus I can’t believe this You treatin’ me like a piece of fu*kin’ garbage And equally makin’ me feel completely like I ain’t need to be here Just wastin’ my fu*kin’ time And I recently thought if I easily said the f*ck with this sh*t Got up and left it peacefully I would be seemingly just feedin’ into your selfish and greedy, deceitfully ways That you frequently, secretly are givin’ me But I guess that’s now what beefin’ means Just like a story book from a folktale You hoes still can’t even keep up, you chase your own tail Catch you at the motel 6, gettin’ your dick su*ked by a grown male With your toe nail up his ass like oh well, you do what your told still I guess your a broke fail, you softer than oatmeal You wanna promote sales like Howie Mandel, I look at him like no deal We not even bro’s still so you can just Poke me back, my flow’s like magic You know the fact that I’m no fanatic My bonus tracks are more dope than half of your whole album I don’t need to no one to cope for that When you know that I’m the baddest like what up I’m just sittin’ on back Watchin’ this game fall and collapse from the point where I’m at What happened to battle rap, actually rap in general? It’s not even impressive to be a rapper anymore No one gives a flyin’ f*ck if you’s a flashy star Money you f*g retards spend on these gats and cars We want them nasty bars, don’t care if your track is hard You could be wack or smart, just fu*kin’ act the part Y’all rappers ain’t sh*t, basically fakes, you pussy I’m not a gangsta but it’s a big mistake to push me I’ve gone crazed I’m back, all in your face I know ya To the pavement as I grab a grenade launcher And I spray your ass like I’m a crazy mobster ‘Cause I’m turnin’ back into that old ragin’ monster Fac