Bully (Original) lyrics

[Intro]
(*Drumroll*)
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

[Verse 1]
Agh, I swear to God, I’m gonna f*cking go apesh*t
If one more person say that word that rhymes with "fag" (Swag)
Shut up (Ow), shut your f*cking mouth (Ow, geez)
I’m getting out this f*cking house (Ow!)
These as*h*les are driving me insane (f*cking hurts!)
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
[Chorus]
Daddy, are you here?
I know it’s been a long time but
I miss you
I hope you miss me too

[Verse 2]
I hope that you grow up to be a preacher
And tell these dumbass n*ggas 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 n*ggas like twitter, only in real life (Uh)
I’m a robot, do what I’m programmed (Yeah, uh)
The army said that I could “be all I could be”
So I figured, (What?) I’ll just be anybody but me (Word?)
Soaking in the pressure of adolescence, I can’t see
But neither could Ray and he played keys (Uh)
So did Stevie but goddamn, n*gga, they never had DirecTV
Distractions, motherf*ck a passin'
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 f*ck 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
[Chorus]
Daddy, are you here?
I know it’s been a long time but
I miss you
I hope you miss me too

[Outro]
One, hardcore
Story of my life
Every chick I ever dated either cheated or told me that
I was too damn nice to ever be called worthy
That’s around the time I started f*cking these white chicks
And hanging up the phone on these black b*tches, they're worthless
No, I ain’t never been a b*tch
I mean what I do
If you got a f*cking problem, solve it or f*ck 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 don't sound like some Mogwai album
Pop another valium on the way to the whip
To these kids that ain’t heard of Kiss
I’m like “b*tch, this ain’t no indie-pop, mister”
Hip-hop is all I know
You wanna be trendy? Well, catch a f*cking Deerhunter show
You just another extra in a f*cked 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 am a freak, no, my daddy didn’t love me
Now turn around and give me all your goddamn lunch money
Motherf*cker, run them sh*ts