Bully - Bingx

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 dick."

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 piss poor, Jake found somethin' to live for:

Murderin' John Doe

Bully, Bully, Bully

Man I hate being

Bullies bullies bullies

I wanna kill my

Bully, Bully, Bully

So I’m finna kill 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 kill 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 passed away

So he’s stuck with his pops for the time bein'

When his mom got sick, well his ass 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 ass 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 scrap, 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 kill my

Bully, Bully, Bully

So I’m finna kill 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 class

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 ass.»

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?»

«That's for every time you punked me»

«And that for every time you punched me»

«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»

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 embarrassed

Why the hell 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?