paroles de chanson All I Hear - John Anthony

Ayo, yo, yo, check it out man, yo
This new cat comin' up dawg, man, his shit is trash, man
Yo, this dude is trash
He call himself The Villain and shit, like
Like nah man, I ain't never heard this mother fucker before
Like, fuck that shit, dawg, like, yo
Like, who the fuck is this guy?

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Ayo, who the fuck is this guy? (You can't)
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Ayo, who the fuck is this? (You can't)

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Yo, his shit is wack, dawg! (You can't)
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Who the fuck is this guy?

My inner vision's kinda gettin' cloudy
I need to make some boundaries
I'm dealin' with all of these fakes around me
So many play me out to be, this maniac, undoubtably
Hatin' me now, you 'bout to see
How crazy I came out to be
Critically talkin' is generally nonsense
Considering how these critics know literally nothin'
But when it comes to me, they bitter and speakin' gossip
Believe me, you can't get rid of me even if you want to
Feel like I'm Santa mixed with Colt Cabana
Wearin' your grandmas pajamas, bandana and a handgun
Attackin' journalist, hurdlin' over those who can't run
And beat your ass with a hammer, I'm totally bananas
My ego side wants to obliterate
Any competitor
I'm ready to get at'cha
Like Freddy, I swap the glove for the machete
I'm heading' right to your cellar door
Predator on the loose, so it's you who better run because

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Rap, rap, rap, (You can't)
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Ayo, who the fuck is this guy? (You can't)
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Ayo, who the fuck is this? (You can't)

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Yo, his shit is wack, dawg! (You can't)
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Who the fuck is this guy?

I'm just an entertainer, tryna make my daily paper
I get more smoke than a fuckin' druggy inhalin' vapors
I mix the Baileys with percs and hope it don't stale the flavor
And wail it down until my behavior is scalin' with anger
I'm dangerous, in my closet I gotta victim
Cuttin' their skin for fun, I've begun my psychotic syndrome
Drinkin' a bottle of vodka until my stomach gets numb
And pull out rubber band gun and shoot you like Tommy Lee Jones, (Pew)
I'm sick and twisted, it's best to distance yourself from this shit,l
Somebody help me from these critics, they givin' me misfits
These freakin' hypocrites stickin' their noses in my business
They go from kissin' your ass to literally dissin', what is this?
I know I get so intense and offend, I'm such a handful
I don't pretend, even your friends know that I be mental
I smell the scent of revenge, better lend me the pencil
I'm 'bouta loose it again, I'm tired of hearin' you ramble

"Duh-duh-duh, you ca-"
"Your, your shit is trash, you're not good"
"Yo-your, duh-duh"
"Ya know, your shit is garbage-"
"Duh, you don't know how to write a rhyme"
"You're not that good, you're duh-"
Man, shut the fuck up
(Haha)

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Rap, rap, rap, (You can't)
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Ayo, who the fuck is this guy? (You can't)
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Ayo, who the fuck is this? (You can't)

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Yo, his shit is wack, dawg! (You can't)
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Who the fuck is this guy?