Jugga The Bully - Off the Chain lyrics

Hey yo, no mercy...pick that ba**line up... Yeah, Jugga the Bully in your hemisphere...Continuum... Hey, yo, it's - it's kind of like this... I keep it hot like jerked chicken, you jerk your chicken; If I go platinum, then that's one million burned victims I learned the system, stepped up, and earned a position; Now I'm startin' the game, benchwarmers, I'm not concerned wit'em They fake with booty raps; I heard somebody say they label Gets them n***as onstage with Scooby snacks Where's Shaggy, though? Jugga wrecks songs, you do cameos MC's run, plus they see-through like pantyhose I couldn't hide the fact that I'm fat with baggy clothes; Fatter than fat...Jenny Craig mastered my DATs I'm the big ba*tard with gats who fractured your back; Faster than track: photo finish, capture and snap You slack, I got stocks, bonds and 401K; You'll never be raw, unless you do a p**no one day OK, I can't really be touched now, you get it? Fans got they hands up like they signalling touchdown Like end zone, but what now? The willy bruises mics so bad You'd think my cordless had light skin tones Or perhaps anemic JuggaKno(???), the bad genius Spits rhymes so hard you'd think my lines had penises I stand erect, MC's wake up thinkin' 'What bad dream this is, I demand respect!' Even comin' off the head like Marie Antoinette Flows run ridiculous Enough to make nuns promiscuous You better call your Moms to come pick you up And tell her Jugga the Bully done kicked your bu*t n***a what? Hold up, I almost lost my calm; f** it, I'm off the chain like I lost my charm... Hook: Folks say they on fire but they false alarms; JuggaKno off the chain like I lost my charm I can't even be seen with the Bausch & Lomb; Sk**s, n***a, your whole city bought the farm (Repeat) Just pa** me the blunt, I spit that sh** You couldn'tve thunk; Puttin' on the hits, you just get put in the trunk I'm off the chain crunk, you scared to show game; I push so many wigs back they gave me shares of Rogaine I'm sayin', we can fire rounds or fire prose; You tell me, I don't give a f** like retired hoes Not the Feds, but I tap jaws like wired phones Or draft beer... Get up in your girl like Pap smears Enough. None of you Knew me last year, now you want Big Daddy gear And Jugga Underoos too It's funny how n***as switch Since I'm gonna get money now Dis the Altima for bigger whips Sisters with thicker hips, bigger tits... Tequila shots, frequent trips to the reefer spot And you swear my tracks eat alot, they so fat Show me the hardest cats They get popped with they own gat Don't act up when your spot get blown; Drop the phone, and look at it - watch your tone co*k the chrome, (????) Pancakin' sweet n***as on plates, under syrup Preferably Aunt Jemima... Insignificat MC's get the dick, kinda, like their vagina I'll put you where that can't find ya: Eric Rudolph I got a Godzilla complex: I tear the roof off Molotov bomb threat, dumpin' these punchlines; Your parents even say, 'How the f** is he unsigned?' I dunno, I guess y'all got me on that; My only answer is these A&R's is probably on crack Actin' like sales sum up sk**s But I'm still harder than it is for men With no knees to run up hills And I don't have a deal, just ma** appeal And raps that k**...Jugg's up in more cuts than Ma**engill... Hook x 2 Dirty dirty...Atlantis, Continuum...Van Damme...Jugga the Bully...