Peter Songolo - Ugly lyrics

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Peter Songolo - Ugly lyrics

[Intro] It's a funny world we're livin' right? When you look different, they judge you When you think different, they dismiss you When you act different, they ban you Beauty is in the eye of the beholder This is Dope D.O.D. and it's about to get ugly [Verse 1: Skits Vicious] I ain't f**in' with the beat if it ain't heavy So when it's time for dinner I know penis on you plenty (Oh that smells good) On this microphone I'm known as deadly The psychopath chewin' shrooms, bumpin' Lemon Jelly (Feelin' so good) Rollin' through the city, yeah I know my chick is pretty We split it fifty/fifty like chuba split the philly Silly and I'm gritty, guess I'm somewhere in the middle Pieces to a puzzle make you fiddle with the riddle To the max, speaker fresh, tatted up, bad as f** Fitted with the logo, yeah I'm sh**tin' on you h*mos Let them die, I'm the catcher in the lie Your mama p**y tastes like Ben & Jerry's apple pie Look at the hater lookin' bitter, hittin' Twitter on the sh**ter Just to diss whatever sh** is on the internet I k**ed your crew and I ain't even had dinner yet That means you're lunch meat, trust me it's ugly Yeah! [Hook] Ugly x10 Trust me [Verse 2: Jay Reaper] John Lennon put them bullets to my body seven No heaven, straight hell, nine eleven High endeavors why I fried the damn reverend Cause that n***a called me Kevin, but my name Damien Filleting, got a flavor laser blade spade Talking like an alien mixed with Arabian And day by day we comin' for that cake so make way again I got the power with the paper pen Come and hate on us, you love I give respect back And that's that, disrespect get that neck snapped White or black, who give a f** about the skin tacts When I swing back I poke eyes with my index Finger, cold nights in the winter When y'all was gettin' thinner, I was eating dinner n***a might skin a cat, touch me and I'll bust, I'm rusty I gets lusty, it's ugly, trust me [Hook] [Verse 3: Dopey Rotten] You don't wanna see this, better look away now There's no fun and games in Rotten's little playground Nothing's disallowed so you know it's going down (Master Xploder) better hit the ground Paint pictures like the dutch Van Eyck now No one around, we're living in the ghost town Destined for greatness, don't ask how Jay and me, serious! We never fool around (never) Hitman for hire, euros or British pounds It's a bloody scene when I start to fire rounds Every weapon silenced so you won't hear a sound (Another game plan) This one is new found Step up, you get down, the slaughter's in effect now Shock, froze and said 'wow' (Kings of the underground) Bow down, can't be trusted, always break vows Here to rape your spouse, it's ugly, I'm out