Artist: Jarren Benton f/ Vinnie Paz Album: My Grandmas Basement Song: Bully Typed by: AZ Lyrics [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, the visions haunt me Kill him, then bring him back to life and forgive a zombie Blow the shotty up and hit him in the prison lobby The closest thing you got to pussy is doing bitches' laundry Youz a sucker, motherfucker, and that should alarm me You ain't carrying hammers, you a fictitious army Y'all make Drake look hard bodied, that should appall me And my money astronomical like Dennis Garvey Unless you want your fuckin' head shattered, get up off me I'm about to break fool on you, catcher, harm me Pull the motherfuckin' biscuit out catch a body Italian luxury and I ain't talking Maserati The fish hit you dead in the chest, a kamikaze The flying monkey gets Ozbourne like I was Ozzy [Laughing] Boxcutter Pazzy! Yo, Mr. Benton, Kato, what up?! [Verse 2: Jarren Benton] 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 shit 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 fuckin' lucrative That's foolishness dad, you sound ludicrous Fuck your opinion, goddamn it, we 'bout to do this shit Boxcutter hooligan Look what this blade would do to him Fuck a fifth of Henny, I could chug a whole pool of gin Kill him, then I stand over his body, then I shoot again Fuck 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 fucking kill a whale Scalpels and all sorts of assortments Bitch, I'm a pimp, I can sell shit to a toilet So scram with your faggot ass Don't make me let the semi blast Fuck 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 shit what they were doin' Rotting flesh pollutes my back yard, so now my neighbors movin' Adidas on my feet, it's never Reeboks Hop says he dropping his album right after Detox I'm into bestiality, getting head from an ewok You niggas got it fucked up like a Blood trying to C-Walk I throw you off a tree top, in a Chevy bumping P-Rock Bitch, I'm off the wall just like fucked up Sheetrock Doctor Lecter, I eat you rappers, get ethered Finish it since Papa skeeted me out his urethra Bitch!