"Bully" lyrics
Devon Hendryx Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Thank you everybody for coming out tonight
The show will begin in a few seconds
Please be seated
Yeah, you're welcome
Ugh, I swear to god, I'm gonna go fucking apeshit
If one more person say that word that rhymes with
Shut up (aaa), shut your fucking mouth (aaa)
Geez, I'm getting out this fucking house
These assholes are driving me insane
I'm on caution, 24 hours, seven days, a week
Seen eyes through the lies of these crude, crazed young crackers in white sheets
Somewhere along the line, I lost my contacts
Somewhere between the calm and the bomb threats
Tiger blood, tiger blood, on my way to Michigan
I stopped in Jamaica and found my daddy's certificate
Eight, four dash six, one
'Fro like a panther, eyes like the sun
Pretty baby boy, yeah I knew you wasn't one
When I tried to give you milk and you reached for my gun
My son
Daddy, are you here?
I know it's been a long time but
I miss you
I hope you miss me too
I hope that you grow up to be a preacher
And tell these dumbass niggas about Jesus (yeah)
Your body is a temple, so no ink, honey
Got a laughing man tattoo, it cost me all my tax money
Ugh, my arm sleeve, my jeans tight (word)
I follow niggas like twitter, only in real life (ugh)
I'm a robot (yeah)
Do what I'm programmed (ugh)
The army said that I could "be all I could be"
So I figured (what?)
I'd just be anybody but me (word?)
Soaking in the pressure of adolescence, I can't see
But neither could ray and he played keys (ugh)
So did Stevie but goddamn, nigga, they never had directv
Distractions, motherfucking passing
I just wanna play some red faction (yeah)
Damn, in 2050 I'll be 60
Probably begging god to forgive me like
"Jesus, I didn't mean to push your buttons
And even when I pressed them
I swear I never meant it
I got my whole life to live
Why the fuck you give me kids?"
I guess I'll try to fake through it
I didn't really mean to make you
I just uh, was trying to get a nut in
Now I'm a husband
Damn
Daddy, are you here?
I know it's been a long time but
I miss you
I hope you miss me too
Story of my life
Every chick I ever dated either cheated or told me that
"I was way too damn nice to ever be called worthy"
That's around the time I started fucking these white chicks
And hanging up my phone on these black bitches, they worthless
No, I ain't never been a bitch
I mean what I do
If you got a fucking problem, solve it or fuck you
I'm a legend in my head, an icon
These not-so-bright MCs hear my name and cut the lights on
Put emphasis on talent
Cause I work too hard to have some hipster say I sound like some Mogwai album
Pop another valium on the way to the whip
To those kids that ain't heard of kiss
I'm like "bitch, this ain't no indie-pop mister"
Hip hop is all I know
You wanna be trendy? well, catch a fucking deerhunter show
You just another extra in a fucked up family role
Wanna be a rapper, daddy was a no-show
I know, I know, yeah, you too
Now everybody wanna be the next boy blue
No, I'm not impressed by your impressive collection of, uh
Indie-pop hits from 1997
No, I didn't vote for Obama in the election
No, I don't think America plotted 9/11
Yes, I'm a freak
No, my daddy didn't love me
Now turn around and give me all your goddamn lunch money
Motherfucker, run them shits
Ugh, ugh, yeah, ugh, ugh
Thank you everybody for coming out tonight
The show will begin in a few seconds
Please be seated
Yeah, you're welcome
Ugh, I swear to god, I'm gonna go fucking apeshit
If one more person say that word that rhymes with
Shut up (aaa), shut your fucking mouth (aaa)
Geez, I'm getting out this fucking house
These assholes are driving me insane
I'm on caution, 24 hours, seven days, a week
Seen eyes through the lies of these crude, crazed young crackers in white sheets
Somewhere along the line, I lost my contacts
Somewhere between the calm and the bomb threats
Tiger blood, tiger blood, on my way to Michigan
I stopped in Jamaica and found my daddy's certificate
Eight, four dash six, one
'Fro like a panther, eyes like the sun
Pretty baby boy, yeah I knew you wasn't one
When I tried to give you milk and you reached for my gun
My son
Daddy, are you here?
I know it's been a long time but
I miss you
I hope you miss me too
I hope that you grow up to be a preacher
And tell these dumbass niggas about Jesus (yeah)
Your body is a temple, so no ink, honey
Got a laughing man tattoo, it cost me all my tax money
Ugh, my arm sleeve, my jeans tight (word)
I follow niggas like twitter, only in real life (ugh)
I'm a robot (yeah)
Do what I'm programmed (ugh)
The army said that I could "be all I could be"
So I figured (what?)
I'd just be anybody but me (word?)
Soaking in the pressure of adolescence, I can't see
But neither could ray and he played keys (ugh)
So did Stevie but goddamn, nigga, they never had directv
Distractions, motherfucking passing
I just wanna play some red faction (yeah)
Damn, in 2050 I'll be 60
Probably begging god to forgive me like
"Jesus, I didn't mean to push your buttons
And even when I pressed them
I swear I never meant it
I got my whole life to live
Why the fuck you give me kids?"
I guess I'll try to fake through it
I didn't really mean to make you
I just uh, was trying to get a nut in
Now I'm a husband
Damn
Daddy, are you here?
I know it's been a long time but
I miss you
I hope you miss me too
Story of my life
Every chick I ever dated either cheated or told me that
"I was way too damn nice to ever be called worthy"
That's around the time I started fucking these white chicks
And hanging up my phone on these black bitches, they worthless
No, I ain't never been a bitch
I mean what I do
If you got a fucking problem, solve it or fuck you
I'm a legend in my head, an icon
These not-so-bright MCs hear my name and cut the lights on
Put emphasis on talent
Cause I work too hard to have some hipster say I sound like some Mogwai album
Pop another valium on the way to the whip
To those kids that ain't heard of kiss
I'm like "bitch, this ain't no indie-pop mister"
Hip hop is all I know
You wanna be trendy? well, catch a fucking deerhunter show
You just another extra in a fucked up family role
Wanna be a rapper, daddy was a no-show
I know, I know, yeah, you too
Now everybody wanna be the next boy blue
No, I'm not impressed by your impressive collection of, uh
Indie-pop hits from 1997
No, I didn't vote for Obama in the election
No, I don't think America plotted 9/11
Yes, I'm a freak
No, my daddy didn't love me
Now turn around and give me all your goddamn lunch money
Motherfucker, run them shits
Ugh, ugh, yeah, ugh, ugh
