| Your liver taste exquisite with Chianti,
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| The uppercut is so vicious that it could lift a donkey,
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| I pop pills and cop kill, the visions haunt me,
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| Kill him, then bring him back to life and forgive a zombie,
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| Blow the shotty up and hit him in the prison lobby,
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| The closest thing you got to pussy is doing bitches' laundry,
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| Youz a sucker, motherfucker, and that should alarm me,
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| You ain’t carrying hammers, you a fictitious army,
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| Y’all make Drake look hard bodied, that should appall me,
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| And my money astronomical like Dennis Garvey,
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| Unless you want your fuckin' head shattered, get up off me,
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| I’m about to break fool on you, catcher, harm me,
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| Pull the motherfuckin' biscuit out catch a body,
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| Italian luxury and I ain’t talking Maserati,
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| The fish hit you dead in the chest, a kamikaze,
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| The flying monkey gets Ozbourne like I was Ozzy,
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| Boxcutter Pazzy!
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| Yo, Mr. Benton, Kato, what up?!
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| All I need is one mic, three syringes and two rocks,
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| I rap like I got Pac’s dead corpse in a shoe box,
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| I’m a retard, Jarren stay on that stupid shit,
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| So disrespectful, I slapped Christ off his crucifix,
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| I go to your funeral, punch the eulogist,
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| Papa used to tell me that rapping ain’t fuckin' lucrative,
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| That’s foolishness dad, you sound ludicrous,
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| Fuck your opinion, goddamn it, we 'bout to do this shit,
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| Boxcutter hooligan,
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| Look what this blade would do to him,
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| Fuck a fifth of Henny, I could chug a whole pool of gin,
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| Kill him, then I stand over his body, then I shoot again,
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| Fuck coke, get high off the pesticides of fuel again,
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| I’m an animal, I grew up in the pits of hell,
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| I’m strong enough to punch through the ocean and fucking kill a whale,
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| Scalpels and all sorts of assortments,
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| Bitch, I’m a pimp, I can sell shit to a toilet,
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| So scram with your faggot ass,
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| Don’t make me let the semi blast,
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| Fuck a gun, don’t make me pop the trunk and pull out Vinnie Paz,
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| Y’all some homos, rappers talking 'bout finny bags,
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| Keep the conversation brief but we ain’t talking clinic ash,
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| Just read a shitty comment, now my day is ruined,
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| You 'bout as gay as a B2K reunion,
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| I’m an innovator, give a shit what they were doin',
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| Rotting flesh pollutes my back yard, so now my neighbors movin',
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| Adidas on my feet, it’s never Reeboks,
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| Hop says he dropping his album right after Detox,
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| I’m into bestiality, getting head from an ewok,
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| You niggas got it fucked up like a Blood trying to C-Walk,
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| I throw you off a tree top, in a Chevy bumping P-Rock,
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| Bitch, I’m off the wall just like fucked up Sheetrock,
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| Doctor Lecter, I eat you rappers, get ethered,
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| Finish it since Papa skeeted me out his urethra.
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| Bitch! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bully, artist - Jarren Benton. Album song My Grandmas Basement, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп