Bulletproof - Wax, Jarren Benton, Sahtyre

Cocaine to the nose, poof

Everything that I told, truth

Insane to the soul

Had a brain full of Old English since I was a frickin' youth

Walking 'round the city feeling so aloof

Ego plus the drugs equals bulletproof

Bulletproof

Plus the drugs equals bulletproof

My nerves are off

Go kick rocks you nerds get lost

Disturbed white boys live in suburban lofts

Shut the fuck up I’m rapping bitch, no burps and coughs

Hardest nigga get murked when this jerk spit off

Bitch respect me like Weezy’s dad

I get head until her knees get scabbed

When I fuck I wear a green ski mask

I’m ghetto like quarter water and chitlins

Niggas fuck with Benton like watermelon and chicken

Blacks deteriorating like spilling water on gremlins

Pigs murder children, the bullets rip through his denim

Fuck what Tomica said

Tryna sweep his legs and beat his head

Until he sees star clovers and easter eggs

I’m niggerish, I want the Benz, hoes, and the gold chains

Shrimp fried rice, egg rolls, and lo mein

Paranoid smoker I put the flame to the propane

Sniffing Ajax 'cause Wax did all the cocaine

Cocaine to the nose, poof

Everything that I told, truth

Insane to the soul

Had a brain full of Old English since I was a frickin' youth

Walking 'round the city feeling so aloof

Ego plus the drugs equals bulletproof

Bulletproof

Plus the drugs equals bulletproof

Room spinning like a hula hoop

Face so goddamn numb I could pull a tooth

Every girl that ever loved me left me 'cause I’m uncouth

Only hit it doggy style, bitch I think I’m Young Snoop

Clouds out the sun roof

151 proof

5150 ask Kimmy if you want proof

Sip brown til I piss red and my lung’s black 'cause the blunt’s blue

Take a paintbrush, paint a bloodbath

It’s a war piece, I’m Sun Tzu

Puking out demons why you seeming so squeamish?

So much Old English I don’t even know English

Got some white girl ain’t like the one I know from England

Maybe we could trade fellatio for cunnilingus

See the blotter’s in my pocket

Molly in the water got your daughter on my cock tip

They told me I should stop it but this acid I just dropped it

Now I’m 'bout to watch this paint dry and listen to this clock tick

Cocaine to the nose, poof

Everything that I told, truth

Insane to the soul

Had a brain full of Old English since I was a frickin' youth

Walking 'round the city feeling so aloof

Ego plus the drugs equals bulletproof

Bulletproof

Plus the drugs equals bulletproof

Hard living alki

I’m Charles frickin' Bukowski’s equal

Still the dude like I starred in the Big Lebowski sequel

Captain Morgan in the morning poured in a flask

A splash of the Florida orange so as if normal had passed

Tryna shun me is a whore of a task

It’ll happen over my dead body like the coroner’s mask

Or the door of my casket

You’s an unfortunate bastard

Born with no passion

Formulaic, forcefully fashioned

I write songs like Moses wrote the commandments

On the phone or notepad, you see no handprints

Sam Kinison of rap, born at the wrong time

Should’ve been in metal in the 80s right alongside

Groupie chicks, Nikki Sixx

Plates full of pixie sticks

Whose dirty, filthy, shitty crib is this?

I think the address was 666 ways to die

Chose 85 now my brain is fried

That’s when I put the pen to the pad

I’m feeling untouchable at 4 AM in the lab

And I ain’t tryna promote this shit

Life’s a bitch I’m just tryna cope with it

That’s why I wrote this shit

Cocaine to the nose, poof

Everything that I told, truth

Insane to the soul

Had a brain full of Old English since I was a frickin' youth

Walking 'round the city feeling so aloof

Ego plus the drugs equals bulletproof

Bulletproof

Plus the drugs equals bulletproof