Bully
The ODD Couple Lyrics


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[Intro]
Ah, yeah, yeah
This is Louis Logic
That nigga you don't see
Cuz he got kicked out of class (The Odd Couple)
And I brought my other knucklehead with me
My man J.J. Brown
On some bully shit
Bringin heat on the beats
stuffin nerdy niggas in lockers

[Verse 1]
Give me a beat and listen to me
Niggaz'll see I'm like the oilman cause I deliver your heat
I didn't say you were gay, it's just that you're sweet
And catch vibes on the westside of christopher street
It's no wonder you wish you were me
I ain't some type of bitch, who when he takes a piss sits on the seat
That's why all your chickens agree they rather kick it with me
Cuz I suprise em every now and then with mystery meat (boh)
Who's the clever kid who use his leverage as a rapstar to get into a
coochies second lips
Lou's new collections is smooth and effortless
Like 2 screwing, sweaty chicks with lubed apendages
Whoever just is boos and nemesis
Had rather move their settlement away in to a new development
Cuz I'm not too intelligent to stoop to your level
And you're so low down I'm shooting hoops wit the devil

[Chorus]
In the school of hard knocks
We're at the top of our classes
Shit the bullies even kiss our asses
Whether or not my report card passes
class-clowns will tell you were the real smart-asses
We run shit and punch kids
In their plump tummies, somebody is always on the run from me
The abott's got detention, jay's on suspension
And myself, I got expelled for snatching niggaz lunch money

[Verse 2]
Yo, I got sick inch for scotch about a fifth a shot
Just as hot, as the burning in your sisters crouch
Which is not why I never snick a snatch
I rather flip the latch on the cabinet to you pops liquor stash
Jay Love hit the hash like a coffee-shop spatula
My fangs puncture a keg like a malt and hops dracula
That's way I always sleep in the daylight, cause I creep in the late night
Leaving victims leaking like drain pipes
People saying it ain't right
But I can't help that I'm so damn selfish
I got my hands on a female fans pelvis like I'm some bad Elvis
Who's from a parallel universe
Giratin his hips to the dick carousel through the skirts
You know a man you think is rude at first
Give me some room to work
And allow me to introduce the nerd to the dirt
Cuz Lou's the worst type of jerk to dealing with
he'll bruise you first physically then hurt your feelings bitch

[Chorus]
In the school of hard knocks
We're at the top of our classes
Shit the bullies even kiss our asses
Whether or not, my report card passes
Class-clowns will tell you were the real smart-asses
We run shit and punch kids
In their plump tummies somebody is always on the run from me
The abott got detention, Jay's on suspension
And myself, I got expelled for snatching niggaz lunch money

[Verse 3]
I'm like Merlin in a sherlin when I sip a beer
Or a wizard in winter gear who makes a guiness dissapear
quicker than a chicks brazier during foreplay
Or drugdealers when the pigs are here to storm your hallway
Performing all day with Jay and the abott
makin the magic that has addicts celebrating their habits
I've got a cult following, of so many young adults swallowing
So many jameson flasks that it give em adult tolerance
I'm major in classes, on savorin asses
With greater than average curves like antique vases and glasses
And on the day the give me a masters
I traded it faster than you can say vodka for a case of some ??
Some say that a rapper is worth as much as he drinks
Fuck what he thinks that's why I fill myself with suds like a sink
And to my reason ain't gon' get stock on the blink
But that's just one of them things
to give me something to discuss with my shrink

[Chorus]
In the school of hard knocks
We're at the top of our classes
Shit the bullies even kiss our asses
Wether or not, my report card passes
Class-clowns will tell you were the real smart-asses
We run shit and punch kids
In their plump tummies, somebody is always on the run from me
now The abott got detention, jay's on suspension
And myself, I got expelled for snatching niggaz lunch money

[Verse 4]
So who's that guy in the dunce cap sitting in the back of class?
And when the teacher walks by he's smacking her ass
Cutting in the school storeline snatching your cash
Pushing the smart kids ass in the trash
Motherfucker I'm the bully
And I'm coming 'round the corner
I warn ya and now I'm rainen punches down on ya
Y'all better head for the office




Tell them to get your mummy to come and get you
Because your tummy is nauseous

Overall Meaning

The ODD Couple's song "Bully" is a hip-hop track that delves into the topic of bullying. Louis Logic and J.J. Brown come together to create a track that discusses how they are the bosses of the school and even bully the bullies themselves. The lyrics in the song are quite graphic but provide insight into the minds of bullies and how they view themselves.


In the first verse, Louis Logic raps about his dominance in the school and how he surpasses other students in popularity and how they envy him. He brags about his sexual conquests and how they choose him over other guys. The chorus of the song repeats the phrase "In the school of hard knocks, We're at the top of our classes" signifying the duo's dominance in the school environment. They even bully the bullies at their school.


In the second verse, Logic continues to talk about his sexual exploits, drug habits, and his ruthless nature when it comes to bullying. He talks about physically and emotionally hurting people, and he even describes himself as a "jerk." J.J. Brown's verse in the third verse talks about his love of alcohol, his cult of followers, and his dedication to "savoring asses." They both continue to discuss their reign of terror and how they are at the top of their school food chain.


The chorus follows each verse and reinforces their dominance in the school environment. Their lyrics are deep and dark, but they provide insight into the minds of the bully or the person who desires to be one.


Line by Line Meaning

Give me a beat and listen to me Niggaz'll see I'm like the oilman cause I deliver your heat
I want you to give me a rhythm and listen to my lyrics. You will realize that I am like an oilman because I provide you with the heat or intensity of the song.


I didn't say you were gay, it's just that you're sweet And catch vibes on the westside of christopher street
I never said you were homosexual, but it's just that you emit vibrations that make people assume your sexuality. It is like being in Christopher Street, the place notorious for a gay community.


It's no wonder you wish you were me I ain't some type of bitch, who when he takes a piss sits on the seat
It is understandable that you admire me. I am not a weakling who sits on the toilet seat while peeing, unlike others who are inferior.


Cuz I suprise em every now and then with mystery meat (boh) Who's the clever kid who use his leverage as a rapstar to get into a coochies second lips
I am the guy who can surprise girls with unknown meat and become clever by using my influence as a rap star to get intimate with them.


Lou's new collections is smooth and effortless Like 2 screwing, sweaty chicks with lubed apendages
My new rap collections are incredible and smooth. It's like two sweaty females who have had sex, showing their lubricated private parts.


Whoever just is boos and nemesis Had rather move their settlement away in to a new development
Anyone who is a rival or enemy would prefer to relocate to a new residence because of the danger.


Cuz I'm not too intelligent to stoop to your level And you're so low down I'm shooting hoops wit the devil
I am not that smart to reach your intellectual level, but I am not that stupid to be beneath you. You are too low that even the devil is your companion.


In the school of hard knocks We're at the top of our classes Shit the bullies even kiss our asses Whether or not my report card passes class-clowns will tell you were the real smart-asses
We are the kings of the rugged school. We are even respected by bullies. Our report cards don't matter because the funniest students note that we are the true intellectuals.


We run shit and punch kids In their plump tummies, somebody is always on the run from me The abott's got detention, jay's on suspension And myself, I got expelled for snatching niggaz lunch money
We rule the school, and we beat up other students, punching them in the stomach. Someone is always trying to escape from me. The Abbott is in detention, Jay is suspended, and I am expelled because I steal people's lunch money.


Yo, I got sick inch for scotch about a fifth a shot Just as hot, as the burning in your sisters crouch Which is not why I never snick a snatch I rather flip the latch on the cabinet to you pops liquor stash
I enjoy drinking scotch, like a fifth of a shot, and it's hot like the burning sensation in your sister's vagina. But that's not why I never steal her purse. Instead, I open the cabinet and take your dad's liquor without permission.


Jay Love hit the hash like a coffee-shop spatula My fangs puncture a keg like a malt and hops dracula That's way I always sleep in the daylight, cause I creep in the late night Leaving victims leaking like drain pipes
Jay Love smokes hash like it's coffee on a spatula. I can bite open a keg of beer with my fangs like Count Dracula. That's why I sleep during the day and prowling at night to look for victims whom I leave bleeding like burst pipes.


People saying it ain't right But I can't help that I'm so damn selfish I got my hands on a female fans pelvis like I'm some bad Elvis Who's from a parallel universe
People disapprove of my actions, but I can't help being so selfish. I even touch a girl's pelvic region like I'm a notorious Elvis Presley from another world.


Give me some room to work And allow me to introduce the nerd to the dirt Cuz Lou's the worst type of jerk to dealing with he'll bruise you first physically then hurt your feelings bitch
I need some personal space to do what I do best, which is to ruin the life of a nerd. Lou is the worst type of person to deal with because he can physically harm you first and then damage you emotionally.


I've got a cult following, of so many young adults swallowing So many jameson flasks that it give em adult tolerance
I have a substantial cult following, including countless young adults who listen to my music. I even have fans who consume so many Jameson whiskey flasks, allowing them to develop a high alcohol tolerance.


I'm major in classes, on savorin asses With greater than average curves like antique vases and glasses And on the day the give me a masters I traded it faster than you can say vodka for a case of some ??
I am the best student in school when it comes to appreciating booty. The girls I hang around with have more curves and luscious bodies than antique vases and glasses. If I was given a master's degree, I would quickly trade it for a case of vodka.


Some say that a rapper is worth as much as he drinks Fuck what he thinks that's why I fill myself with suds like a sink
Some people believe that a rapper's worth is determined by how much he drinks. I don't care for their opinions, which is why I consume high volumes of beer like a sink filling with water.


So who's that guy in the dunce cap sitting in the back of class? And when the teacher walks by he's smacking her ass Cutting in the school storeline snatching your cash Pushing the smart kids ass in the trash Motherfucker I'm the bully And I'm coming 'round the corner I warn ya and now I'm rainen punches down on ya Y'all better head for the office Tell them to get your mummy to come and get you Because your tummy is nauseous
Who is that person wearing a cap in the last row? When the teacher passes by him, he hits or slaps her butt cheeks. He even cuts in front of other students in the school's store and steals their money. He also pushes smart kids' butts in the trash bin. Guess what? That's me, the bully who is coming your way to rain down punches on you. You better tell the office to call your mom since your stomach is upset or nauseous.




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