paroles de chanson Dangerous - John Anthony

Yeah
Yeah, yeah

Ready for combat, I'm 'bouta just drop the missile
My ammo loaded, cock back and I shot with the pistol
I'll be essential every time that I'm spittin' a rhyme
Ascending into the sky and literally hittin' you like flys on a windshield
I'm authentically raw, if you thought pissin' me off
Would cause me to soft then you wrong, you feel me?
If you walk into me, starting a problem with me
Promising ya'll then gonna see how pissed off I will be
Mentally aggravated, I hit 'em so bad they hate it
Evaporated, I stack the papers, now your ass is graded
Assassinated half of the game and now I'm back
And patiently waitin' the day that I can gracefully say that I made it

I take it back in the worst way
My stylish wordplay, just may have you chirpin' like in a birdcage
I tell this bitch it's my birthday
So when I'm on the first day, I'll get served desert of some of her cake
I check your ass like a survey, I be getting worse like per day
When I'm groundbreaking like an earthquake
This verse hurts your nerves and that's the first case of being disturbed
By the words that I would sure say
I'm certainly the one that just ain't quittin'
My ex bitch's coming at me with the rage in 'em
They stay bitchin' and always wanna remain victim
Them bitches crazy, I'm in a cent like Abe Lincoln

You say missin' just like a kid on a milk carton
I'm still jawin' at you like a fuckin' drill sergeant
I'm Will Barton, my skills are kinda just still carving
I'll kill anyone in this bitch who will want it
You fuckin' with the illest, a modern nuisance, I'm not a human
Been droppin' deuces on top of you, since I have hopped into this
So stop refusing, I got you losers in the palm of my hands
You mother fuckin' bitches, ain't ready for the shit that I'ma plan

Sippin' on more Red Bull, my schedules been a little bit quickened
My competition be disses, then disappear like magicians
I'm wishin' to get you bitches and crippled you little critics
Potential so fuckin' big that I'm hittin' right in the ceiling
My proposition is literally flippin' the switch in this bitch
And give 'em something so different, these bitches don't know what hit 'em
It's like an addiction, you itchin' to get a taste of it
All these pennies for thoughts, I went over my dang budget

I ain't bluffin', you fake fuckers ain't say nothin'
So stay shuttin' that
Hold up
Where the the beat go?