Jarren Benton, Vinnie Paz - Bully lyrics
[Jarren Benton, Vinnie Paz - Bully lyrics]
Yeah, yo yo, Mr benton, it's a pleasure
Doing business with you, papa
Yo, Kato, what's up?
Yo, Mr benton, when you come to Philly
I got the AR-15s
The M4A1 carbines, the Barrett REC7s
The Bushmasters
The Floro PDWs, the Robinson Armament XCRs
You know what I'm saying?
I'm a gun motherfucker
This is how we gon' get
Down though right now
Your liver taste exquisite with Chianti
The uppercut is so vicious that
It could lift a donkey
I pop pills and cop kill, divisions haunt me
Kill him, then bring him back to life
And forgive a zombie
Load the shotty up and hit
Him in the prison lobby
The closest thing you got to
Pussy is doing bitches laundry
You's a sucker
Motherfucker and that should alarm me
You ain't carrying hammers
You a fictitious army
Y'all make Drake look hard body
That shit 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
Catch a homi'
Pull the motherfucking biscuit out
And catch a body
Italian luxury and I ain't talking Maserati
The fist hit you dead in the chest
The kamikaze
The flying monkey is Ozbourne like I was Ozzy
Boxcutter Pazzy yo, Mr benton
Kato, what up?
Yeah, 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 slap Christ
Off the crucifix
I go to your funeral and 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'll 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 of pesticides and fumigants
I'm an animal
I grew up in the pit's 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 fanny 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
Hopsin 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 Pete Rock
Bitch, I'm off the wall just
Like fucked up Sheetrock
Doctor Lecter, I eat you, rappers get Ethered
Been the shit since papa skeeted
Me out his urethra, bitch
Doing business with you, papa
Yo, Kato, what's up?
Yo, Mr benton, when you come to Philly
I got the AR-15s
The M4A1 carbines, the Barrett REC7s
The Bushmasters
The Floro PDWs, the Robinson Armament XCRs
You know what I'm saying?
I'm a gun motherfucker
This is how we gon' get
Down though right now
Your liver taste exquisite with Chianti
The uppercut is so vicious that
It could lift a donkey
I pop pills and cop kill, divisions haunt me
Kill him, then bring him back to life
And forgive a zombie
Load the shotty up and hit
Him in the prison lobby
The closest thing you got to
Pussy is doing bitches laundry
You's a sucker
Motherfucker and that should alarm me
You ain't carrying hammers
You a fictitious army
Y'all make Drake look hard body
That shit 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
Catch a homi'
Pull the motherfucking biscuit out
And catch a body
Italian luxury and I ain't talking Maserati
The fist hit you dead in the chest
The kamikaze
The flying monkey is Ozbourne like I was Ozzy
Boxcutter Pazzy yo, Mr benton
Kato, what up?
Yeah, 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 slap Christ
Off the crucifix
I go to your funeral and 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'll 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 of pesticides and fumigants
I'm an animal
I grew up in the pit's 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 fanny 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
Hopsin 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 Pete Rock
Bitch, I'm off the wall just
Like fucked up Sheetrock
Doctor Lecter, I eat you, rappers get Ethered
Been the shit since papa skeeted
Me out his urethra, bitch