Diss-Anthony

I been spilling raps since before B.C

Then making shows after A.D

Started this rap game making history

Not a metaphor but yes literally

Known locally since 1915

Not only have you shaking physically

But also mentally, It's not that hard to get into me

I am the best, spoken real Simply

If you don't understand, please check the vibe

We don't roll in a crew, more like a tribe

Ask to join bitch, get denied

The only time bitches get to slide, is if they offer a free ride

If that bitch breath stank, offer the bitch free stride

Brutally killing beats, songs like to hide

I'm more of a god, your more of a guide

I got a girl yes, We go by Bonnie and Clyde

You may heard of A$AP nationwide

Getting big is hard, Believe me I tried

Now I go on Rap Pad for fun every night

Trying to spread light, or get into a battle fight

Most people take my raps and fiddle

I'll spot a few lyrics, Call a bitch a fucking skittle

Bitch wanna fight?, meet you in the middle

Not all my raps rhyme, I like to make a riddle

If you take my raps offensive, then bitch your just brittle

I'm pretty fucking large, Fuck with me then your little

I bet you have less friends than fucking George Little

No rhymes and no fans because bitch your unofficial

At least i'm an underground and known well through my initial

You bring a knife to a gun fight, bitch I brought a pistol

Don't need it, give your ass a fucking fistful

This'll probably be really tasteful, cuz I hit stronger than a missile

Your raps have literally no muscle, Under pressure you buckle

Me compared to you I'm humble, You trip over beats and stumble

I enjoy watching nobodies crumble, Your an interception and fumbled

Your fan base? I doubled, You life earnings? I quadrupled

I'm the white in the eye, and your the tiny ass pupil

You remain unknown, because you refuse to get brutal

Trying to stay in the middle and be neutral

It will come right back and hit yo ass crucial

Don't know what to say, so you make it real racial

Hoping to remain faithful, but your rhymes unstable

You can't remain balanced, cuz bitch you got no talent

Worse than Jimmy Fallon, But at least he hasn't fallen

Can't reproduce another rhyme so continue stallin

Your raps are of use to toddler learning gnawing

You refer to yourself as balling, But watch out, I hear Lebron calling

I may not got a Lambo like Lebron's mom

But at least I know how to remain calm

When we see a hot blonde, and decide to ask her to prom

And at least I don't get the palm, When you don't answer her call

And it turns to Vietnam, And then you get a huge bomb

Dropped from a Vietcong, and you don't even know what is going on

But she asks for more she called upon, and you dunno how to respond Talking about how you fucking popped her Cherry

And her dead cat you should bury

Talking to a new love fairy, In your dream

You would love to see her cream, and scream

While staring deep into your phone screen

Kinda a twin of star Charlie Sheen

No need to cause a scene, for your new trap queen

Just trying to break your spleen for your new acting

Your not a football guy, not into passing

So why is it my party your crashing

Get back to your slum house and start trashing

Cuz I know these rhymes will flow through everlasting

If you think your gonna win, bitch it's not avast

Not only is this rap gonna make you the past

It's gonna kick your whole mass ass

Fuck you and your class of "Bullies"

You follow my actions, your all a bunch of pullies

All of your families, none of them royalties

Your entire family of junkies

Can suck on my fat one

Pulled out a gat and read the words on the side "Got one"

Cuz 50 shot none, but still slaying on the run

I write raps for fun, you write them for the dough

But what you don't know, Is your getting none hoe

So go ahead, here are some free tickets to my show

Watch it, and watch me as I glow

And watch how my raps go from fast slow

It's an option for you to choose your own flow

I let my feelings go, and watch the whole crowd blow

I watch my ratings get high, and watch yours get low

One cheap shot and it's a whole kidney blow

Ratings fluctuate and that is why you'll make it

You have no motivation, no strive to take it

You act real hard, but really you just fake it

10 seconds in a fight and your ass will take six

Bitch I don't fake shit, If you wanna fight let's go

Hands willing to throw, And watch my levels grow

One to the face, and one to the ribs, have you screaming

CALM DOWN BRO

Have you and your all friends fleeing

A god is what you seeing

A true masterpiece at work

Bitch I was special since birth

So tell me, what was fucking with me worth

I give you props though, cuz you got a lot of nerve

But not gonna beat around a bush you got served

And got what you deserved

Cuz a spot for fucking with me? your reserved

Just know I hate you, and your not a friend

Don't try no pussy shit either, no amends

I stand where I stand, I am the true man

Your the definition of a pussy gland

I worse fights, walking through the sand

Talk to me once, and I swear you'll get the hand

But my flow is so high, it's time to land

This is the Blak Jack Brand

And you better remember the name

Or else the result will be so far more than pain

It will be a greatness above another level, shit you can't sustain

So just know, I'm hot as a flame

Getting hit by me, is like getting hit by a train, more or less a crane

So if you even have a brain

Better leave me the fuck alone

I have more than my area, I have a whole zone

And let it be known