Bully Rap (feat. Realm Reality)

Faggot-ass nigga, die Uhh, this that Brownsville bully rap Hoodie rap, take a nigga chain, smoke the goodie trap Surrounded by the wolves in the wilderness Liquor piss, slit your wrists so niggas won't get pistol-whipped Mo' niggas won't get pistol-whipped If I was you, then I'd probably have to slit my wrists Sean Price, the villain beatin any feelin this Slit your wrists, so niggas won't get pistol-whipped Uhh; you cowards are bogus Split head like Red Sea power of Moses Due to my weight gain I had to double the dosage Of drugs that I do, a nigga stay toasted P! Body, G harmin your bars off Ruck keep you slumped in the pom-pom Listen; God is the greatest, Allahu Akbar Praise due, ooh threw hot rock at cop car Off my deen, red like off the Beam Scorched the scene, niggas tryin to cross the team Listen - nigga my 80 scorchin Niggas comin with the cops, I'mma Tracy Morgan Heh, I fuck around and throw your baby organs Use your baby organs just to make a baby organ Whoo~! I sell dope to your momma And I ain't even vote for Obama - P! Yo, P! Uhh, I get paid to Make music burst through walls like Kool-Aid came through ("OH YEAH!") Niggas came through with they tools and they goons childish Funny when you niggas "bang zoom to the moon Alice" Keep it clean, sneaker fiend what it +Do Dallas+? I strike a nigga 'til hand callous Uhh, nigga you know how the fam go Big bid, big nigga shoot at your Sam Crowe Crewin through shit like ludes was in there Uhh, blow two-fifth, I'm loony up in here Uhh, fuck around and I punch hats Off niggas heads then replace that with dunce caps Uh - everybody and they son rap BANG! Everybody and they son clap Hoo! I make money from the dope I push To make it funny I ain't vote for Bush; motherfucker P!