Sincerely Yours (Freestyle) - John Anthony

Okay, I’m sittin' here in the kitchen

Drugged out on shit, that I can’t even list it

Seems like my vision appears to be in this

Missionary position

You freakin' scared that I’m spittin' so many words, that you took my

dictionary and hid it

I never cared if you bitches didn’t like the sound I give

You say to watch my mouth with the shit that I went around and said

But when I was just a kid, I tried to learn the alphabet

So now I can use words as a weapons and knock you out with it

But hear me out again, I’m not tryna get hated on

I just tell it how I see it and if y’all don’t play along

Bitchin' all the pain I caused, waitin' for the day I fall

I’ll just take up all this fuckin' hate and try to break it off

Say what you just like you ugly bitch, I’m not afraid of y’all

You can evn raise the bar, say that I’m an alcohol-ic

Wow, amazing job, you can evn state the obvious, that’s my greatest flaw

How are bitches callin' me a clown, when you’re the one with five pounds of

fuckin' make up on

But I ain’t playin' soft, y’all the ones who paints nails

I’m the one who spits fire every time I raise hell

See y’all complainin' when one of your records ain’t sell

Funny, ‘cause none of shit ever sold since age twelve

But do I bitch about it?

Yeah, but I ain’t stoppin' now

What else can I talk about when half of y’all are walkin' out

Y’all bunch of cottonmouths tryna start a problem now

Talkin' shit when I am not around and I’ma knock you out

This that Bobby Boy logical jam

Sad that he left the game but I’m glad he’s still givin' to fans

We need more rappers like him, Hopsin and Joyner

I bet if we took like 80 percent of upcomin' rappers and made ‘em hear the

tracks that they would spit

I’d bet you they have the urge to pick up the pen and try to be significantly

different, just picture it

A bunch of people inspired by rappers who do give a shit about the game we

livin' in

Shit is ridiculous I have to say this

It should be common sense, I hope these rappers now consider it

I got you pissed off now, you obviously mad

Tell your parents suck a fuckin' dick and get off of my ass

And when your fathers askin' his daughter where is mommy at?

Tell him she’s downtown gettin' fucked at the laundromat

We did it twice in his car he had

Three times in the bed, fucked her brains out until she had a heart attack

Now her corpse is in a body bag in the trunk of his Pontiac

Down by the lake is where I just parked it at

Course I’m an asshole, I’ll wake up to the whore Miss Clinton

And bend her over and fuck her ass for like forty-one minutes

I can’t afford to finish so I’m pullin' out

But as a peace offerin' I said next time I’ll vote for Clinton

The more shit that I can say, the more you offended

As if I just give a flyin' fuck about your own opinion

Shitty world for a new born, forcin' ‘em in it doesn’t help

Just leave it at the door of the abortion clinic

They say that I should see the bigger picture

And what is that, a couple retards gettin' pissed over shit on Twitter?

Fuckin' hypocrites, no wonder you be gettin' bitter

All I see are snowflakes fallin' and it’s not even winter

Believe me, you are a slut, put in graffiti letters

And you know exactly who you are and you think your clever

You never pleased me ever, you are completely forever a bitch

I’ll be nicer to women when they just treat me better, damn

Ayo, shoutout Logic for the dope beats man

Shit’s fire

But this one right here

This shit go hard

Yeah, you coming at me with force but I couldn’t give a damn

Last time I checked in the bitch, I still fuckin' is the man

With the plan to burn Lil Xan to a fuckin' skeleton

The only recognition you gettin' is from your Instagram

Desperate mother fuckin' bitches out here just beggin' for sum'

Forty-five year old single fathers go and they bust a nut to a picture of a

twenty year old slut, showin' her butt

Has the butterfly emoji, with the caption just for fun all up in her bio

Bitch, I couldn’t believe

You ain’t wearin' a mask ‘cause you said that you couldn’t breathe

But if you comin' at me with any of that fuckin' disease

I’ma spray your whole entire ass with a can of Febreze

Quarantine my ass bitch, you ain’t fuckin' with me

You couldn’t compete with the level that I finally reached

You hate when I succeed so you tryna rip up my dreams

But the only rip that you’ll get is a fuckin' tear in my jeans

‘Cause I ain’t defeated, believe it

If you was me and you got to see exactly what I’m seein'

You see that this chip right up on my shoulder is never leavin'

Competin' ‘til I’m like ninety-three and I’m barely breathin'

Maybe fatigued but that doesn’t mean that I’m now deceased and it’s kinda

relieved to see that I’m finally achievin' that dream that I needed to get back

to the top

And if you believin' that I’m obscene or even disagreein' with the shit that

I’m preachin'

I guess it’s me against the world and nobody’s intervenin', bitch

Aye, aye

Aye, yeah

Ayo, you bitter and salty, I can spit over all beats

Through the boom-bap and trap, I’m iller than y’all be

Call me Killer Kowalski, you ain’t gettin' involved, see

You be lookin' up, like I’m ‘bout a sit in a tall seat

I be balls deeps in the game, I’m fuckin' it up

I bust and erupt, until my fuckin' nuts would get stuck

Enough is enough, I’m sick of havin' no one to trust

What the fuck do I gotta do to make you see what I’ve done?

‘Cause there is nothin' that will over match me bigger, (Match me bigger)

Call me the rap king killer

‘Cause if you ask me, what the fucks happenin' to the, (Happenin' to the)

Rap game, I’ll say half these spitters I never knew

Couldn’t write a fuckin' bar, it’s true, what could we do?

There isn’t really nothin' that can get through

And I would never stick my nose into somethin' I couldn’t do

So why does it seem like all of these rappers don’t have a clue,

what the fuck they doin'

Shit is confusin', I’m losin' my brain in this music

Who the fuck is stupid enough to produce a track by a rapper with no talent

Who has no room for improvement

It’s ludicrous how much trash is released but we all consume it so assumin'

it’s not the artists

I guess it’s now the fans, they the one’s into it

They the one’s who viewin' all this music and givin' publicity to rappers who

ain’t even suited for the game

And overlookin' all the talent that is rooted from the ground

I’m comin' in now, better look around

There ain’t no one found, it’s only me and you now

Pullin' up a round on you like

Ah fuck, hold up, wait a minute, wait a minute

Switch this shit up

Yeah

Aye man, before I head out

I’ma speak from the heart with this final verse

Just gotta quickly get this shit off my chest

And again man, thank you Bobby Boy for these wonderful beats

‘Preciate it

Now let’s get it, yeah

I sometimes forget how life can be kinda precious

I guess I never notice from all the days I was reckless

Hip hop is my obsession, I let it get to my head and control my expression

I guess it’s kinda like an infection

It allows me now to write all my confessions

Back with that Therapy album, I was just sufferin' from depression

Had a lot of shit to get off of my chest and I kinda forget the feelin' that I

had up at the time, I was super stressed and

A couple months later I wrote this personal album

And I dedicated it to someone I thought was down to be by my side for the rest

of my life

But that didn’t turn out

But I still do love her and hope she knows that I always will count her as my

number one fan

There’s no one else on this earth that can replace what she did

She gave me confidence first and that now why I put in work

‘Cause I know that anything’s possible

So just over the summer I released the Bad Guy Chronicles

And it’s sad because I gave you everythin' that I had

I think it’s probably one the best albums I wrote, in fact

I remember writin' to it

Thinkin' y’all would love how I rap

But literally within a week, it got despised and attacked

And I didn’t know how to handle it, I was sorta confused

Like I just gave you everythin' that y’all just wanted me to

And I was mad and I hated it, I didn’t know what to do

So I tried to switch up my flow and just give you somethin' that’s new

Out comes Unexplored and finally got that positive review

That’s all I wanted was people to hear my shit and approve

Like I ain’t askin' for much, I know there’s room to improve

But I was happy that y’all were happy, that’s all I assumed

Now I don’t know what is next, I can’t predict what’s the future

But I know just for a fact that beggars can never be choosers

So whatever’s comin' in next, I hope it’s comin' in sooner

‘Cause who the fuck knows what can happen in a month or two, so honestly man

it’s whatever

Consider this as a letter

‘Cause all this effort I put in is only makin' me better

Until the floors collapse and bury more of my pressure

Thank you all for the support, sincerely yours, forever

(Logic)