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letra de bully - bingx

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man i hate me a tough boy (yeah)
a tough boy and a bully
“what you wanna fight me for?
i’m like five feet four and you like six foot five three quarters

yeah so i look down and i do nothin’
and i never come around whene’er you come in
’cause you always wanna fight and i hate your types
every time we go out, you gotta prove somethin’

if somebody look at him then he’s gonna fall quick
tall kid, just pickin’ on small kids
man if i was that tall, i’d never feel small
i’m bettin’ that you probably got a small d-ck.”

does it make you feel big when throw that punch?
did you feel like you the bizz when you hol’ that gun?
did you feel like you the itch when you stole that lunch?
did you think about the kid you stole that from?

’cause you know he feels hurt, wantin’ revenge
starting think ’bout murder; ain’t sleep since
he just wanna go to school and go meet friends
but every time he gets to school he’s on defense

lookin’ out for the kid tryin’ to beat him up
so he hides his lunch money in his [?]
doesn’t even eat lunch ’cause he ain’t about beef
then he get to high school and people eat him up

all he every really wanted was a little respect
and now he’s sittin’ at the table with the rejects
momma asks what’s wrong and he deflects
’cause he got a cause and he worried ’bout the effects

and every time he gets roughed up
somethin’ get mucked up
murder in his eyes be [?]
’cause even though he p-ss poor, jake found somethin’ to live for:
murderin’ john doe

bully, bully, bully
man i hate being
bullies bullies bullies
i wanna k!ll my
bully, bully, bully
so i’m finna k!ll my
bully, bully, bully

(look) john doe about 17, had a rough life
nothing like a fam’ on a billboard
love he ain’t never seen, little love life
and some love from the fam’ he would k!ll for

all he ever wanna do is make pops proud
but all he ever hear from him is “not now”
says, “wanna shoot hoops?”, gets shot down
then he go and pull on his shoes and we walks out

his mama got sick and she p-ssed away
so he’s stuck with his pops for the time bein’
when his mom got sick, well his -ss was blamed
so every day little john got five beatin’s

and you know he finna fight when he go’ to school
’cause ever he get at home is an -ss beatin’
and every time he in a fight, every broken rule
well you know he finna come home to his dad beefin’

he’s beat every time that he gets detention
when he’s beat: only time that he gets attention
what’s love? gettin’ beat. what a sick dimension
how the heck could he see that from his perspective?

our suspension for the red rage
been at home gettin’ beat for like ten days
and he tryna play it cool but he hates school
and beatin’ up other kids is how he vents pain

so he curse and he scr-p, only way to feel
and he learned from his dad it’s a way to heal
starts havin’ day dreams that he has what the other kids have
so he steal and me make ’em real

and he can only get hurt if he let’s ’em close
so he’s thinkin’ ice cold is his best emotion
he came alone, and then left alone
and went home not knowing what he set in motion

bully, bully, bully
man i hate being
bullies bullies bullies
i wanna k!ll my
bully, bully, bully
so i’m finna k!ll my
bully, bully, bully

(look) about midnight
jake sneaks into his dad’s room like a bad son
tip-toein’ and he held his breath with each step
then he stepped in the hall with his dad’s gun

put the gun inside a rag inside the base of his backpack
and went and laid down, tryna calm himself
’cause he knows that he can’t turn back; he’s past that
and he’s about to right every wrong he’s felt

jake got to school and skipped cl-ss
then he went to back of the school where john’s at
thinkin’ to himself, “jake this is it
‘member every single time you were punked by john’s -ss.”

that’s about the time that his heart started racin’
and that’s about the time he saw john throw a kid down
and that’s about the time that he jumped out screamin’
“here i am little punk, who’s big now?”

-gun shot- -gun shot- [near-crying]
“that’s for every time you punked me”
-gun shot- -gun shot-
“and that for every time you punched me”
-gun shot- -gun shot- -gun shot- -gun shot-
“and that’s for every time you jumped me”

“oh my god! what did i just do?
god forgive me. please forgive me!
’cause i’ve got one thing left to do”
-gun c-cks- -gun shot-

yeah, people wanna point fingers at the kids though
ain’t no body born evil, you’ve gotta learn evil
you do what we see as a kid so
when i see mom and dad on the news like, “he wouldn’t do that”
well enough, as a parent, i can see that you ain’t been around enough
as a parent, i mean if that was my kid i’d be the one that’s embarr-ssed

why the h-ll do you think he just wants to shoot things?
as kids all we do is just watch you do things
and we get sprung when we try some new things
like a little sponge when you walk us through things

yeah so, here’s an “eff you”
to bad moms, and dads, and the kids that bully us
and after hearing this song
well, who you think the real bully was?

- bingx

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