Jarren Benton - Bully lyrics

rate me

feat. Vinnie Paz

Your liver taste exquisite with Chianti

The uppercut is so vicious that it could lift a donkey

I pop pills and cop kill, the visions haunt me

Kill him then bring him back to life and forgive a zombie

Blow the shorty up and hit him in the prison lobby

The closest thing you got to pussy is doing bitches laundry

You is a sucker, motherfucker, and that should alarm me

You ain't carrying hammers, you a fictitious army

Y'all make Drake look hard bodied, that should appall me

And my money astronomical like Dennis Garvey

Unless you want your fucking head shattered, get up off me

I'm about to break fool on you, catcher, harm me

Pull the motherfucking biscuit out catch a body

Italian luxury and I ain't talking Maserati

The fish hit you dead in the chest, the kamikaze

The flying monkey gets Osborne like I was Ozzy

Boxcutter Pazzy

All I need is one mic, three syringes and two rocks

I rap like I got Pac's dead corpse in a shoe box

I'm a retard, Jarren stay on that stupid shit

So disrespectful I slapped Christ off the crucifix

I go to your funeral punch the eulogist

Papa used to tell me that rapping ain't fucking lucrative

That's foolishness dad, you sound ludicrous

Fuck your opinion, goddamn it, we 'bout to do this shit

Boxcutter hooligan

Look what this blade would do to him

Fuck a fifth of Henny, I could chug a whole pool of gin

Kill him then I stand over his body then I shoot again

Fuck coke, get high off the pesticides of fuel again

I'm an animal, I grew up in the pits of hell

I'm strong enough to punch through the ocean and fucking kill a whale

Scalpels and all sorts of assortments

Bitch, I'm a pimp, I can sell shit to a toilet

So scram with your faggot ass, don't make me let the semi blast

Fuck a gun, don't make me pop the trunk and pull out Vinnie Paz

Y'all some homos, rappers talking 'bout Fendi bags

Keep the conversation brief but we ain't talking clinic ash

Just read a shitty comment now my day is ruined

You 'bout as gay as a B2K reunion

I'm an innovator give a shit what they were doing

Rotting flesh pollutes my back yard so now my neighbors moving

Adidas on my feet, it's never Reeboks

Hop should say he dropping his album right after Detox

I'm into bestiality, getting head from an ewok

You niggas got it fucked up like a blood trying to C walk

I throw you off a tree top, in a Chevy bumping P-Rock

Bitch, I'm off the wall just like fucked up Sheetrock

Doctor Lecter, I eat you rappers get eaten

Finish it since Papa skeeted me out his urethra

Bitch