The Bully

[Intro: KidCrusher]
Bukshot (Bukshot)
And  KidCrusher (and KidCrusher)
Hit  this motherfucker

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
Looking through the eyes of a middle-school kid (yeah)
Starting eighth grade he's got twelve years in
Turns  thirteen next week, he can't wait
Tryna  wipe his young past off of his plate
Lives with his mom in a middle-class house (yeah)
His  daddy was a drunk and took the quick way out (ugh)
His name's not important, but let's call him Nate (Nate)
He plays X-Box and he loves to skate (ahaha)
He listens to rap cause he loves the rhymes (yeah)
His  favorite I.C.P. and Tech N9ne (Tech N9ne)
He's not quite a Juggalo but he's still odd
He makes good grades and believes in God (Amen)
He's short and overweight, it really doesn't bother 'em
He doesn't care that pretty girls are not watching 'em (woo woo)
He'd rather play with his iPod Touch
He keeps to himself and he doesn't say much

[Chorus: KidCrusher]
I'm a bully, I'm a bully
You're big, fat, holy-fucking balls
I'm a bully, I'm a bully
You're big, fat, holy-fucking balls
I'm a bully, I'm a bully
You're fucking sick my guy
I'm a bully, I'm a bully
You're big, fat, holy-fucking balls

[Bridge]
You're a weirdo

[Verse 2: Bukshot]
First day of school, eighth grade begins
Nate is looking forward just to meeting new friends (hey, how you doing?)
He finds home-room and he sits in a desk
Then feels a hot flash on the back of his neck
Run and retreat was his first reaction
Jumps to his feet, to see who just smacked 'em
Guess who, the bully of the school
He gets away with everything so he writes the rules
Homecoming King, plays point guard, linebacker too
Yeah he hits real hard
Mom and daddy's rich so he always rocks Jordans
Keeps his collar turned up, Ralph Lauren
He's got everyone scared, really badass
He tells Nate that he's a nerd and a fat-ass
He just stares too shocked to speak
Another classic story of the bully and the geek

[Chorus: KidCrusher]
I'm a bully, I'm a bully
You're big, fat, holy-fucking balls
I'm a bully, I'm a bully
You're big, fat, holy-fucking balls
I'm a bully, I'm a bully
You're fucking sick my guy, oh fuck
I'm a bully, I'm a bully
You're big, fat, holy-fucking balls

[Verse 3: Bukshot]
The very next day it was the same routine
Nate's getting punked by the bully and his schemes
Tripped in the hallway, pushed in gym (ugh)
The bully's too blind to see the beast within
A few weeks later Nate took too much
Stopped by his locker on his way to lunch
Pulls out a big black bag full of uh oh
It's just books, or everybody thought so
Gets a tray on his way to sit down
Out of nowhere the bully knocks 'em to the ground
Nate falls hard as he reaches for the bag
Unzips it and pulls a gun that used to be his dads
The bully doesn't flinch, he knows it's too late
He hears the gun cock as it aims in his face
And I don't have to say it, you know how it ends
The moral of the story, the bully doesn't win

[Chorus: KidCrusher]
I'm a bully, I'm a bully
You're big, fat, holy-fucking balls
I'm a bully, I'm a bully
You're big, fat, holy-fucking balls
I'm a bully, I'm a bully
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm a bully, I'm a bully
Fucking-balls