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Anton Tyrone Webb
Anton Tyrone Webb
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These **** want mercy when dealing with the masses
Robbed by your woes, best friends turn to foes
For that sack, they'll switch, secrets told to a bitch
Then released when they itch, that's a pussy ****'s glitch
I don't share those stresses, and I don't rock dresses
I wear all black, and I don't need no necklace
Or no **** for validation, I'm still in a ratchet nation
Got problems, I cure infection, put triggers, no hesitation
I don't beef with people for bullshit
Soon as you say some fuck shit, I come sink ships
Flashbacks, throwing bullets like I'm Big Ben
I'm watching moves, ain't no such thing as slipping
Man, get a grip, I'm silent when violent
Never speak a verb, ignore rap, I still leave a **** on the curb
I'm with the y'all fear, cause I'm part of the plan
I stick to my guns, I'm one hell of a man
I'm honestly unpopular, whisper my name
The educated jackboy fly as a plane
The good girls love me, they know I'm insane
The hooks in the puss, now they lust for my name, I'm Hunnid
Written by: Anton Tyrone Webb
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