Bully

Fucked up in the mental, Let me tell you what I'm in to Disassembled body parts, I'm sorry I'm so demented I make the worst of decisions I might coerce you to kill him I don't give a single fuck about your personal feelings Bitch, I'm a bully Take your lunch money, Don't you run from me Think I'm unfunny, Get dumped dummy and pumped sonny Cunt humping and tough shoving I punch bunnies I be mean motherfucker, mean motherfucker Mean muggin' you team suckers Esteem suffers from disease numbers I'm a fiend for teen mothers and clean southern region Reach for peace, Lovers No feet for cleat stuffing I'll beat your weak muffin Decease you easily I wanna tell you a story about when I was 8 Used to get beat and battered by the kid's that was in my grade Until one day I showed up with a butterfly blade Started swinging and tossing it, Hit my teacher in the face The counselor walked in, Damn that bitch is so old Made her sing "Sweet Home Alabama" in a choke hold Locked her in a box and in the top I didn't poke holes Told the kids don't say nothing, We can go home A lot up on my mind, It hit me when I was 9 Now I'm fine cause I accept that Ima die without a sign How do I rewind to go back to ninety-nine? When the devil fucked my mom and she named me after John John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt, motherfucker Quit motherfucker, You don't spit motherfucker Throwing fists, Jump on in the pit, motherfucker Ever since a kid I was lit, motherfucker Back to reality, Bring the Bama right out of me Suicide all the time but I'm talking bout the fountain drink I'm a crazy, dope puffer Copenhagen snuffer Codeine lover with a cocaine shudder Shut up, You fucked up, I'm in full effect Check your rep, I'm the best and that's nevertheless I'm a threat Talking out your chest, Get your ass put to rest You a bitch and you know I'm correct This a long ass beat and I told Jack to cut it But this a hard album so I might as well run it Fuck it, Suck it What you gone do? This ain't the end but I bet you finish through You a dude poop chute lovin', Your coupe not new, bluffing Two side view of it "You sir, Who was it?" If if, they was asking you, You would toot like a flute, Like Wolf Amadeus With the flu I'ma do what I came to do Motherfuckers don't believe me but I sing the truth You in an anxious mood? Well, this ain't the dude to be downplaying pussy Fuck you and your crew One more thing before I end this song, Let's hit the bong Except I laced yours with something strong You think it's all good til your body gets warm And I ask you what's wrong and you say you feel numb "Yo bro, You alright?" "Yeah dude I'm good, I just think I hit way more than I should" That's something I call the Bully Effect A foot on your neck is why you breathing funny Don't get upset