John Anthony - Bodied

Yeah
Mother fuckin' villain is back
Ayo
You ever feel like, you got so much pent up aggression that like
You could destroy anything that gets in your way
Huh, same here, so check it out
If you step up to this plate, you better say what you say
Or you gon' take a fastball comin' straight up to your face
No I ain't playin', servin' up bitches is back on the menu
Piss me off again pussy, I swear I'll end you
I'm underground so you'll never stop my sound
You box, oh wow, I still will fuckin' knock you out, like I'm Ronda Rousey
You'll never stop me now
Satan's the only mother fucker that could talk me down
My rhymes hit you like a nine millimeter to your chest and if I let it
You gon' see the heavenly lord in a second
You want the smoke then come and fuckin' get it
You pathetic mother fucker
Take a shot and you'll regret it 'cause you 'bout'a get
Bodied
You better bring the fight
Cause I'ma just tear up this whole entire stage tonight
Spit out a line to my face and just say what you like
Because you know, you 'bout'a get bodied
We gettin' locked in this cage to fight
It's you and me, nobody else can save your life
So when you see this rage and I go and raise the mic
Then you will know, you 'bout'a get bodied
Yo
Bitch, I'ma fight in a bad mood, write with an attitude
Sculptin' out your craft but you as stiff as a statue
You spillin' out your guts all just because I stabbed you in your abdomen
It's not an accident, man I had to
I'm comin' in with all this fuckin' hatred intent
So I can place all of my anger on this table again
Basically rapin' the paper, goin' ape shit with a pen
Face it you bitch, all I try to do is aim to ascend
Fuck being normal, be different
Take the floor and get rid of it, aim for the ceiling
And when you there, force your way in through it
Be belligerent, consider being a little bit ignorant
Take that anger to your passion and just try to get into it
Fuck what everybody says, try buildin' your hunger
And feast on these cock suckers try'na stop you from under
You can't kill me, in case you would try to wonder
Takin' all of this hostility out on these mother fuckers, they gettin'
Bodied
You better bring the fight
Cause I'ma just tear up this whole entire stage tonight
Spit out a line to my face and just say what you like
Because you know, you 'bout'a get bodied
We gettin' locked in this cage to fight
It's you and me, nobody else can save your life
So when you see this rage and I go and raise the mic
Then you will know, you 'bout'a get bodied
Yo
I'm walkin' into this match, ready to strike and attack
Grabbin' the mic, lashin' out all of this anger I have
Takin' a jab to my face, 'til I break and I snap
Cause even if you knock me flat up on my back
Bitch, I'm'a get my ass back up
And fight 'til there ain't nothin' left in my system
Quittin' ain't even a damn thought
I'll break both of my legs and walk all the pain off
Before I throw in towel so know that I ain't done
I'll scratch, fight and I'll claw, back ain't against the wall
Lockin' these pussies up with a straight right to the jaw
This microphone's got it all, it's like I'm holdin' the pen
Meet all my expectations and do 'em over again
Fuck with the phrase good enough, would'a, could'a or should'a done
Bitch, I'll put a foot up your ass if you are a pushy one
They ain't helpin' me with my raps, what fuckin' good is 'em
So what if I'm'a lose, I get back and I start to bully 'em
Where the fuck you ass clowns, be at now
You in the background hidin', that's right, you better back down
So laugh now but you know you'll never stop me, get off me
You cocky mother fuckers are 'bout'a get
Bodied
You better bring the fight
Cause I'ma just tear up this whole entire stage tonight
Spit out a line to my face and just say what you like
Because you know, you 'bout'a get bodied
We gettin' locked in this cage to fight
It's you and me, nobody else can save your life
So when you see this rage and I go and raise the mic
Then you will know, you 'bout'a get bodied
Fuck it man, it's whatever
Even if I looked defeated, just know I ain't
Powerin' my way through
And like I said before, if you still gotta problem with me
Do something about it
Matter a fact, I got that nine millimeter ready
Say hi to God for me

Written by:
Anthony Grandinetti

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