Jarren Benton - Bully Lyrics
feat. Vinnie Paz[Vinnie Paz - Verse I]Your liver taste exquisite with ChiantiThe uppercut is so vicious that it could lift a donkeyI pop pills and cop kill, the visions haunt meKill him then bring him back to life and forgive a zombieBlow the shotty up and hit him in the prison lobbyThe closest thing you got to ***** is doing *****es laundryYouz a sucker, mother*****er, and that should alarm meYou ain't carrying hammers, you a fictitious armyY'all make Drake look hard bodied, that should appall meAnd my money astronomical like Dennis GarveyUnless you want your *****ing head shattered, get up off meI'm about to break fool on you, catcher, harm mePull the mother*****ing biscuit out catch a bodyItalian luxury and I ain't talking MaseratiThe fish hit you dead in the chest the kamikazeThe flying monkey gets Ozbourne like I was Ozzy[Jarren Benton - Verse II]All I need is one mic, three syringes and two rocksI rap like I got Pac's dead corpse in a shoe boxI'm a retard, Jarren stay on that stupid shitSo disrespectful I slapped Christ off his crucifixI go to your funeral punch the eulogistPapa used to tell me that rapping ain't *****ing lucrativeThat's foolishness dad, you sound ludicrous***** your opinion goddamn it we 'bout to do this shitBoxcutter hooliganLook what this blade would do to him***** a fifth of Henny, I could chug a whole pool of ginKill him then I stand over his body then I shoot again***** coke, get high off the pesticides of fuel againI'm an animal, I grew up in the pits of hellI'm strong enough to punch through the ocean and *****ing kill a whaleScalpels and all sorts of assortments*****, I'm a pimp I can sell shit to a toiletSo scram with your faggot assDon't make me let the semi blast***** a gun, don't make me pop the trunk and pull out Vinnie PazY'all some homos, rappers talking 'bout finny bagsKeep the conversation brief but we ain't talking clinic ashJust read a shitty comment now my day is ruinedYou 'bout as gay as a B2K reunionI'm an innovator give a shit what they were doin'Rotting flesh pollutes my back yard so now my neighbors movin'Adidas on my feet, it's never ReeboksHop should say he dropping his album right after DetoxI'm into bestiality, getting head from an ewokYou niggas got it *****ed up like a blood trying to C-walkI throw you off a tree top, in a Chevy bumping P-Rock***** I'm off the wall just like *****ed up SheetrockDoctor Lecter, I eat you rappers get eatenFinish it since Papa skeeted me out his urethra
