Bully lyrics

[Intro: Vinnie Paz]
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 motherf*cker
This is how we gon' get down though right now

[Verse 1: 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, 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 pus*y is doing b*tches laundry
You's a sucker, motherf*cker and that should alarm me
You ain't carrying hammers, you a fictitious army
Y'all make Drake look hard body, that sh*t appall me
And my money astronomical like Dennis Garvey
Unless you want your f*cking head shattered, get up off me
I'm about to break fool on you, catch a homi'
Pull the motherf*cking 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?

[Verse 2: Jarren Benton]
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 sh*t
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 f*cking lucrative
That's foolishness dad, you sound ludicrous
f*ck your opinion, goddamn it, we 'bout to do this sh*t
Boxcutter hooligan, look what this blade'll do to him
f*ck a fifth of Henny, I could chug a whole pool of Gin
Kill him then I stand over his body then I shoot again
f*ck coke, get high off of pesticides and fumigants
I'm an animal, I grew up in the pits of hell
I'm strong enough to punch through the ocean and f*cking kill a whale
Scalpels and all sorts of assortments
b*tch, I'm a pimp, I can sell sh*t to a toilet
So scram with your faggot ass, don't make me let the semi blast
f*ck 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 sh*tty comment, now my day is ruined
You 'bout as gay as a B2K reunion
I'm an innovator, give a sh*t 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 n*ggas got it f*cked up like a blood trying to C-walk
I throw you off a tree top in a Chevy bumping Pete Rock
b*tch, I'm off the wall just like f*cked up Sheetrock
Doctor Lecter, I eat you, rappers get Ethered
Been the sh*t since papa skeeted me out his urethra, b*tch