Bully-Vinnie Paz/Jarren Benton

Bully (feat. Jarren Benton) - Vinnie Paz [Vinnie Paz - Verse I] 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 Load the shotty up and hit him in the prison lobby The closest thing you got to p**sy is doing b**ches laundry Youz a sucker, motherf**ker, and that should alarm me You ain't carrying hammers, you a fictitious army Y'all make Drake look hard bodied, that sh*t appall me And my money astronomical like Dennis Garvey Unless you want your f**king head shattered, get up off me I'm about to break fool on you, catch a hommie Pull the motherf**king 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 Ozbourne like I was Ozzy [Jarren Benton - Verse II] 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 slapped Christ off his crucifix I go to your funeral punch the eulogist Papa used to tell me that rapping ain't f**king lucrative That's foolishness dad, you sound ludicrous F**k your opinion goddamn it we 'bout to do this sh*t Boxcutter hooligan Look what this blade would do to him F**k 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**k 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 f**king kill a whale Scalpels and all sorts of assortments B**ch, I'm a pimp I can sell sh*t to a toilet So scram with your faggot a** Don't make me let the semi blast F**k a gun, don't make me pop the trunk and pull out Vinnie Paz Y'all some homos, rappers talking 'bout finny 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 sh*t what they were doin' Rotting flesh pollutes my back yard so now my neighbors movin' 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 f**ked up like a blood trying to C-walk I throw you off a tree top, in a Chevy bumping Pete Rock B**ch I'm off the wall just like f**ked up Sheetrock Doctor Lecter, I eat you rappers get Ethered Been the sh*t since Papa skeeted me out his urethra