Bully

(Fuck) Yeah, yeah, yeah, thank you everybody for coming out tonight Show will begin in a few seconds, please be seated Yeah, you're welcome Uh, I swear to god I'm gonna fucking go ape-shit If one more person say the word that rhymes with (fag) SHUT UP! (Ah!) Shut your fucking mouth! (Agh!) Jeez, I'm getting out this fucking house These assholes are driving me insane, I'm on caution 24 hours, 7 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 84-61, 'fro like a panther, eyes like the sun Pretty baby boy, yeah I knew you was the one When I tried to give you milk and you reached for my gun, my son Daddy are you here? I know its been a long time, but I miss you... I hope you miss me, too I hope that you grow grow up to be a preacher And tell these dumb-ass niggas about Jesus Your body's a temple, so no ink, honey (Got a Laughing Man tattoo, it cost me all my tax money) Ugh, my arm's sleeve, my jeans tight I follow niggas like Twitter, only in real life I am a robot, do what I'm programmed The army said that I could be all I could be So I figured, I'd just be anybody but me Soaking in the pressure of adolescence, I can't see But neither could Ray, and he played keys So did Stevie, but Goddamn, nigga, they never had DIRECTV Distractions, motherfuck a passion I just wanna play some Red Faction 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 'em, I swear I never meant it" "I've 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 its been a long time, but I miss you... I hope you miss me, too Thank you very much, have a good day, everyone Thank y'all, yeah Thank you, thank you very much Yeah, yeah Parkour, parkour! Parkour, parkour! Story of my life, every chick I ever dated either cheated Or told me I was too damn nice to ever be called worthy That's around the time I started fucking these white chicks And hanging up the phone on these Black bitches, they worthless No, I ain't ever 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 emcees 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 'Till those kids said they 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? Go catch a fucking deer hunter 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 am a freak, no, my Daddy didn't love me Now turn around and give me all your goddamn lunch money Motherfucker, run them shits