Ugly Songtext
von Bizarre

Pull up to your block, bring the smoke out
Dallas, Texas, I′m here, bring the dope out
I'm in attack mode, I crack codes
Been rappin′ since the 70's, bitch, I'm that old
Take your wheelchair, I′m that bold
Start singing in this bitch like Nat Cole
Never been robbed, knock on wood
Been tapping niggas pockets before Shotgun Suge

Next nigga run up, gon′ catch eight
Gang banging, Subaru with a bunch of grapes
Bag of mushrooms, let's see who get the highest
I′m like Leonidas mixed with Billy Idish
Ritz-Carlton, a room full of thots
(Take off your shoes) Bitch, I got a hole in my socks
I put a hole in the cop
Bitch, I got a hole in my cock
(Pause) Pausing for what? I ain't pausing for butt
Shit, bitch, I don′t even pause when I'm ′bout to fucking nut


Method Man said you ain't in the Wu
In the middle of Staten Island, what could I do?

This is where it gets real ugly
This is where it gets real grimy
This where it gets disgusting
The hood is where you find me
This is where it gets real ugly
This is where it gets real grimy
This is where it gets disgusting
The hood is where you find me

They call me the bar spitter, I'm drunk off of hard liquor
I got this drum on me like I work at Guitar Center
I gladly bring these shots right to you like bartenders
I pull up and I blew off your top like you Marge Simpson

Yo, me and Bizzy been blowing down big blunts
Two fat motherfuckers so don′t get us mixed up
A felonious sick fuck with a scope and a big pump
I′m walking 'round town shooting with both of my wrists cut
I was 8 years old bumping that Devil′s Night with a metal pipe
Inside my sweatpants on the playground tryna pick a fight


Shit on the mic so the next rapper gets pink eye
Then I'm reaching down his throat and I′m pulling out all his insides
I pop prescriptions and see more colors than tie-dye
I'm flying high, fuck it, I′m Bill Nye the Science Guy
A fatal mixture, I chase my liquor with cyanide
And blame it on Bizarre 'cause he's someone I always idolized
Fuck you