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letra de 33 ways - john anthony

(verse 1)
yeah, takin’ a rep
forget how to crawl, but know how to step
you try’na act like we never met but me and mind, we never forget
i’m lovin’ my hits, i never regret the sh-t that i say that y’all don’t respect
so f-ck with a check, the money ain’t sh-t
i’m ‘bout to go nuts so run this sh-t back
yeah, b-tch i am next, i will never let my ego to rest
i just feel like my sh-t’s resurrectin’ from the top ‘cause my sh-t was once dead
i feel like i might’a said it best, i be readin’ minds like professor x
better protect ya neck, if you catch me on your patio
i’m only inspectin’ your deck, (wu-tang)
yeah, call me the man like raekwon
mother f-ckers ain’t know where i can from but i popped right out with my cape on
yeah, aye
for years i only just ate crumbs, you b-tchin’ at sh-t that i ain’t done
so f-ck all you critics, i hate them
but y’all like oh wait john, hold up, why you so mad?
why the f-ck you hyper on the track?
when you grab that mic and then attack
f-ck that, y’all bound to p-ss me off, i don’t need no rocketship at all
look at me b-tch, i be comin’ up
just check the sh-t that i have done ‘cause i got

(hook)
33 ways, to murder the game, being as real as i can
b-tch, i ain’t playin’
you f-ckin’ with me, i’m throwin’ the dirt on your name
33 ways, it never will change, everything stayin’ the same
33 ways, to murder the game
i am just doin’ my thing
33 ways, to murder the game, being as real as i can
b-tch, i ain’t playin’
you f-ckin’ with me, i’m throwin’ the dirt on your name
33 ways, it never will change, everything stayin’ the same
33 ways, to murder the game
i am just doin’ my thing

(verse 2)
yeah, single command
so f-ck all you b-tches, ain’t givin’ a d-mn
look at how much sh-t i give to my fans
the f-ck do you mean? you don’t have any fans
whatever man, i’m a stick to my plans
a spoke on the wheel like the michelin man
i’m wishin’ that you can just hit all my jams
you standin’ there with a f-ckin’ d-ck in your hand just thinkin’ that you f-ckin’ big but you not
try’na get roasted like beef in the pot
f-ck i be doin’ my sh-t on the spot, if you not on my level then f-ck what you got
i do not care if you thinkin’ about me ‘cause i am not thinkin’ about you
you can just suck on a d-ck b-tch, i’m doin’ it better without you
ain’t n0body ever wanna hear my sh-t, f-ck this, you don’t know what hip hop is
everybody sayin’ double twenty has sucked, i’m over here sayin’ this is my year, b-tch
if not this year then next year, sh-t
i don’t give a f-ck, do it every year if i can
at some point, some mother f-ckers gotta hear my sh-t and really wanna f-ck with it
but d-mn, yeah, what else is new, all of my sh-t ain’t real for you?
oh well, i guess it is what it is, ain’t n0body out here really helpin’ you
but i’m tellin’ you, if you not on my side when i get signed, then f-ck with you
i’m not built for two
i’m ‘bout to show you everything that i can do
so f-ck with you ‘cause i got

(verse 3)
cause i’m a hit ‘em with the cheddar, get the beretta
i’m ‘bout to go nuts and pull a vendetta, there’s nothin’ i will consider
than being better than better
the mother f-ckers who get up inside of my head but never would ever let me to get up
i’m nelson mandela, b-tch i’m hundred percent of that mother f-cker but better
it doesn’t matter the weather
grabbin’ your head and puttin’ it right up inside my shedder
f-ck it, whatever, my d-ck is too big to measure, i need a lever
mother f-ckers better watch when i get up
i’m forever the mother f-ckin’ vanilla god, i’m a k!ller
michael jackson i’m a thriller, ain’t n0body gonna ever do it better
like rihanna, all you mother f-ckers are under my umbrella
middle fingers to you hypocrites, you gonna get a letter
that you never can ever be on my level, i am better
i ain’t never gonna let n0body come and step right on my mother f-ckin’ shoes
so you know that i’ll remember
if i ever dismembered anybody who’s my competitor
i be bettin’ that you forgettin’ that i am a predator
temperature is droppin’, everybody gettin’ a sweater
‘cause everybody will never just understand with weather
‘cause i be comin’ in the mother f-ckin’ game
and ain’t n0body ever gonna be the one to ever tell me i ain’t clever
i will sever the head of anybody who wanna get a general taste of my dinner
better try and come and get it
i don’t even keep in touch with ‘em
but if they takin’ shots at me then sh-t, good luck with ‘em
there’s not much trust in ‘em
i’m tuckin’ ‘em in bed, yeah b-tch, f-ck with ‘em
and if anybody ever wanna test my sk!ll, i’ll burn your face
just by grillin’ you with my flames
if you f-ckin’ with me, you’ll see ‘cause i got

- john anthony

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