Anthony:
Peek-a-boo
I see me fucking you.
Nothing more potent then a needle in the vein
injecting some shit that will make me entertain you.
Ha nah I'm uppity, crack you in your face
like the fucking governor your ass be erased.
Vanessa, Miss America.
Got the crown revoked
pictures surfaced of her getting poked
looks like my chicken's getting choked.
So my name is Anthony J.
and I'm an alcoholic ok?
Dance of the Switchblades
at number thirty nine
get with four girls
slumber party of five
they cheer and twirl
add a frame.
Scurvy D:
I've got eighteen styles and flows,
Nine silver, nine gold,
on lockdown to seal the temple door.
And if you look into my eyes you know
my gaze is cold when I exert Xavier control
Your mind body and soul are mine
I can lift you up or crash you down with rhymes.
And if you stumble a couple of times
huff a line, while I take a puff of mine.
It's D with one of The Frames, up in your brain,
cause reactions in chains, leaving you lame
It's a shame you wanted to stay the same
Ant and me, a force of unnatural change.
credits
from Death of a Salesman,
released September 3, 2009
Anthony Jackson, Scurvy D
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