Gangster Ass Anthony

You can't fuck with the Felt that flow
All that shit that you talking don't help you grow
Mad face can't wait to catch a man-made elbow
You see me say hello, when I leave say "hell no"
I'm not an asshole, I'm a perfectionist
Travel the globe to have sex with pessimists
My pimp, my doctor and my exorcist
All suggested that we come here to wreck your shit
It's the treacherous two plus ant
If we can't do it, who the fuck can?
They claim king though a slave to the ringtone
I smell pussy in the bacon that you bring home
The fist fucking disfunction at this function
Is enough to justify shutting down your production
Get off the mic go straighten out your life
Before one of these MC's puts it on your wife

Man who the hell are you?
Trying to barge through
This is my episode and it don't co-star you
So shut your fucking mouth
If you don't know what you talking 'bout
Got on your cell phone, call her, tell him
Now you running my name through the mud again
Who I fuck ain't none of your business
What I lick or suck man, mind your bitchness
And that's bitchness, not business
You ain't professional punk, you a pimp's assistant
You ride shotgun, I drive the whip fool
Pussy don't drive this car bitch, dick do
And if I hit you, it's a knockout
You strolled in but I bet you won't walk out
0073735963, That's the code if you wanna fuck with me

You wanna hit? Give me a dollar plus a beer and some head
Yo Ant, turn up the snare until my eardrums turn red
This is for my people waking up in burning beds
And this is for my people waking up to earn the rent
I didn't come to start no messes
I paid at the entrance, I wasn't on the guest list
Had a few beverages then left
Because the rappers, hookers and extras were unimpressive
30 Something getting closer to the turkey stuffing
Dirty husband, victim of a mercy snuffing
Birdie bugging on the bottom line
But I'm buzzing off the wine so everything is fine
Put your hands in the air like your happy to have hands
I'mma jump up and down like I'm happy to have fans
Let's all stay away from the pistol's aim
On to bigger things, peace to Ricky James