Jarren Benton - Bully lyrics

[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 k**, the visions haunt me k** 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**y is doing b**hes laundry Youz a s**er, motherf**er, and that should alarm me You ain't carrying hammers, you a fictitious army Y'all make Drake look hard bodied, that sh** appall me And my money astronomical like Dennis Garvey Unless you want your f**ing head shattered, get up off me I'm about to break fool on you, catch a hommie Pull the motherf**ing biscuit out 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 [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** 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**ing lucrative That's foolishness dad, you sound ludicrous f** your opinion goddamn it we 'bout to do this sh** Boxcutter hooligan Look what this blade would do to him f** a fifth of Henny, I could chug a whole pool of gin k** him then I stand over his body then I shoot again f** 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**ing k** a whale Scalpels and all sorts of a**ortments b**h, I'm a pimp I can sell sh** to a toilet So scram with your f*ggot a** Don't make me let the semi blast f** a gun, don't make me pop the trunk and pull out Vinnie Paz Y'all some h*mos, rappers talking 'bout finny bags Keep the conversation brief but we ain't talking clinic ash Just read a sh**ty comment now my day is ruined You 'bout as gay as a B2K reunion I'm an innovator give a sh** what they were doin' Rotting flesh pollutes my back yard so now my neighbors movin' Adidas on my feet, it's never Reeboks Hops'll say he dropping his album right after Detox I'm into bestiality, getting head from an Ewok You n***as got it f**ed up like a blood trying to C-walk I throw you off a tree top, in a Chevy bumping Pete Rock b**h I'm off the wall just like f**ed up Sheetrock Doctor Lecter, I eat you rappers get Ethered Been the sh** since Papa skeeted me out his urethra