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Lyrify.me

Hella Phones by Benny Troung Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2018

[Intro: Sample, *Benny Troung*]
It's bad medicine, and nobody said the medicine was gonna taste any good
But can we afford not to take it? I don't think so
If we don't take this medicine now, we'll all die
*Danny*
Slowly
*Benny*
We will die
*Yo, yo, yo*

[Verse 1: Benny Troung]
Drunk shots of beer, look stop and stare
Don't nobody care, yeah the ambulance brought me here
Cut my clothes off, I'm strapped down, barely conscious here
Gave me a gown, man, can I get some drawers in here?
Oh dear, is it me or is it hot in here
Injected me with something, what it was, not aware
Asked the nurse, "Yo, how long the painkillers last, ma'am?"
Threw me in the CAT scan, the shit went black and
Lights flashin', what the fuck happened after that
New habitat, Benny in a glass plasma vat
Swing my dick like a bat and I shattered glass
Had to get me mad, now the whole lab scattered fast
In the aftermath, blood lost from combat
Wounded in the woods, still fought me a bobcat
Stuck a bare hand through his chest, where the heart at
Pull it out, gobble that, doggie how hard is that, huh
[Hook: Benny Troung]
Telephone telephone telephone telephone
Smart phone, flip phone, cell phone, burner phone
Telephone telephone telephone telephone
Phone home, hellhole, living in the terrordome

[Verse 2: Benny Troung]
Uh
Can't believe all the shit I just been through
Still got my scars from the tubes and the needles
Built me a lean-to, took me a vehicle
Trust no people, they all fuckin' evil
Me and Danny P is Eric B and Rakim
Danny got the heat and Benjamin he got gems
We be slayin' demons, baby, these are not men
Got the hit list written you should see the top ten
They can't find the kid, no stable address, like
Maybe he's dead, we can't make him confess
If he is still alive then he may be a threat
Oh, he is still alive, listen, play the cassette
Better pay your respects to the lord of the flies
God of the gooks, I'm a sight for sore eyes
Now I'm on the loose, Jason Bourne when I rhyme
Call me Marmaduke, doggystyle a whore vagine'

[Hook]
[Verse 3: Benny Troung]
Gotta take it slow, gotta stop and smell the roses
When it's time to go and you're strapped with explosives
No playgrounds, motherfucker, never played around
Made it through the training celebrated and I made a vow
Handed me a .38, I take it I'm an agent now
Never safe and sound, tainted now, it's too late to bounce
They were playing Minecraft, I was learning spycraft
Lesson one, cut a motherfucker with a wine glass
How to start a fire with the sun and some eyeglass
How to smuggle weed on a plane in my ass
Shit, no guts no glory
No ifs, ands, or buts, look, no sorries
No fucks given, no luck, no lottery
The luck of the draw, guns up, no army
They watching you, every day is an obstacle
Trying to find your way out, that's mission impossible
Fuck you

[Hook]