Bully - P.O.S, P.O.S feat. Moncelas Boston, Rapper Hooks

Feel my shit, feel myself

Give myself a toast, yeah!

Make noise, take toys, shovel-face bully

«Shake boys outta they straight face» bully

The world is yours — yeah, until it’s mine

Yeah, get outta mine

Yeah, get outta mine (bully!)

Don’t stay around, don’t play, straight bully

Won’t fuck around, won’t placate bully

The world is yours, fucker, until it’s mine

Yeah, get outta mine

Yeah, get outta mine (bully!)

I rap with gunfire, every bar is a bullet

I’m with twenty bad bitches, ten of them wearing hoodies

She’s already on my dick, I’m just trying to find where to put it Got hobbies

of a nerd but I’m a motherfuckin' bully

Exhausted by the options and officers, helicopters

So get used to your recruitment, there ain’t nobody to stop us There’s death to

reinforcements

Whoever would’ve thought my mom’s unprotected sex could have ended up as a

monster?

He’s fucking taking your cookies!

Stop him in his tracks

Show him that I am Deathsquad, Marijuana snacks

Slow up the pressure, get God, hover over

Load up the globe in the Corolla, hold up, roll it sober

Blow up the road, heat up the Folgers

Fuck 'em every day, fully the way I play

Bully, what’s in the way?

Sullied by silly chicks and accolades

But shaken off the see and say for fame or pay

Speak whatever hops up out the gullet get your trash in with the throw away

Bully, give myself a toast, yeah!

Make noise, take toys, shovel-face bully

«Shake boys outta they straight face» bully

The world is yours — yeah, until it’s mine

Yeah, get outta mine

Yeah, get outta mine (bully!)

Don’t stay around, don’t play, straight bully

Won’t fuck around, won’t placate bully

The world is yours, fucker, until it’s mine

Yeah, get outta mine

Yeah, get outta mine (bully!)

A problem being honest, I’m honestly being modest

With a couple bottles, and models let molly sleep in my body

I pray that I fall off when the devil starts singing gospel Screaming fuck

everybody like prostitution is logical

And I’m probably doing everything I shouldn’t

Reaching for the stars because my father said that I shouldn’t

A smart retard I’ll push if you tell me it

Just as long as my description and definition is bully

Pussy whippin' like the softest poetry, you know it’s real

Only messing with me when the speech is hot, give me lots

Run them pockets like some crooked cops

Catch me up in ally spots

Broad day like Mike O’Malley plots (Melo!)

Bully every fucker cause they bark a lot

Talk is cheap, going yard

Run them fuckbois out they cleats

Sleep, breathe smoke, repeat

Diving off the deep so you know it’s me

Bully!

P.O.

been the evil, see no people

Hear no simple men

Gut a fucker, fuck a gutter

Twist the knife and leave it in

Flavor in the seasoning

Tell me when the creepin' season ends

Until you do you bet your ass you know I’m creepin'

Sneakin' in, seeping in your middle daughter’s creases bent

Beat it till she sleepin' in

Skipping work and ditching friends, get intense

Spitting kids, splitting cigs, ghost, yeah

Feel my shit, feel myself

Give myself a toast, yeah!

Make noise, take toys, shovel-face bully

«Shake boys outta they straight face» bully

The world is yours — yeah, until it’s mine

Yeah, get outta mine

Yeah, get outta mine (bully!)