John Anthony - Guillotine (feat. Dizzy Wright) Lyrics

Lyrics Guillotine (feat. Dizzy Wright) - John Anthony



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My attitude's in the baddest mood, I could grab a dude
And shove a bag of shroom up his ass and see what happens to 'em
Stabbin' a few pedestrians with a epipen
Bent a kids neck for his bicycle, snapped it like a twig
I gotta proposition for these cocky bitches
Rip the condom off, I'll jizz on your nostrils until the snot be drippin'
Then fuck a bitch and slip a roofie in her drink
And drive around the block and drop the bitch off at her poppa's crib and ditch it
I'm feelin' calmer than usual, Jeffrey Dahmer, reduced to a juvenile
Starvin' without the pain of pharmaceuticals
Drop a deuce in the coffin of your momma's funeral
Coppin' the diamond rock from her finger to make her not as beautiful
A chronic user like Snoop and a box of hookahs
I squat when I poop and I'm dropping a nuke
In my pocket I'm using a rocket, a ruger, a glock and bazooka
To drop on you like Osama would do if he had to block a maneuver, I'ma
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I'm coming in like a gust of wind
I'ma troubled kid with a clustered head
And a busted limb, with a disgusted grin
I'm flustered with a bunch of meds and I stuff them right under the bed
I must've been bluffin' I guess
Huh, (Nope)
'Cause I got
Half of my meter filled, I don't gotta keep it real
Knock you down faster than a fucking bag of sleeping pills
Grabbin' the liter of diet Pepsi and nine ecstasy pills
Smoke it with reefa and see how high that it gets me
Bitch, I don't comprehend that fact of having common sense
Wrapping tape around my hand so I don't ever drop the pen
You try to copy me, stop it, obviously you hoping on my cock
So get the fuck off it before I drop you dead
I'm not the type to be taken for granted
Go and say that I'm fake again
And I'll take your neck and basically slant it
You fuckin' with me, I'll pull out the hockey mask and machete
And stalk your ass when I'm ready, like I'm Jason or Freddy
I carjack, in the back where you parked at
With a black little hard-cap, and a bag full of armed tactical guns
With a part-mag, and a pack of cigars stashed in my pocket jeans
Like I hit the lottery and the slot machines
Walking out this bitch and I'm rockin' my Tony Hawk tee
That I bought for me, on top of my game like it's monopoly
Gotta be constantly where I gotta be
It's hypocrisy 'cause honestly nobody is stoppin' me
Obviously I
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Top tier it's like Pac here
The coldest say don't talk to the law, the cops weird
It's not a nigga that I fear, my eyes clear
What I did in ten, I'm quadruplin' in five years, (Run it up)
Standards, we don't even respect the slander, (Nope)
They askin' questions, but try to contaminate the answers, (Yup)
Never picked up the bandana life
These niggas totin' guns that they can't even handle right
So keep this shit a stack, we ain't got a chance
We just workin' on a couplе million dollar plans
I'm makin' invisible moves like I'm hollow man
Thе game will make you feel like you ain't real until you shot a man
And he gotta be the same color skin
That harsh reality, who tryna cap the lid?
Don't be investin' all that money if your album mid, (Right)
Don't be investin' all that money if your album mid, (Talk to 'em)
They say what if you fail, I say God forbid
They hate they was wishin' on me, I got the opposite
That's why I throw my locs on, on some big papa shit
Tell them I'm comin' and I'm rockin' who I'm rockin' with
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Writer(s): Colin Harper, La'reonte Wright


John Anthony - Success Story
Album Success Story
date of release
24-03-2023




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