My name is Bullettproof
. Here I go with juice 
Leaving houses with breezes
 Because I rip roofs
Even when I was a kid I never liked to play 
Oh You heard it was a stunt
 So you’re going off some hearsay
Here bro, here’s the strap 
I show em where it’s at
 Clap, clap, in your ass 
Yeah that’s where I blast
Now I come back And attack 
Non believers with my raps 
You can call me Usain because I run on tracks
 In fact I’m whipping chicks that’s how it be troop
 Plus I leave the leaves on trees and rake in the loot 
Oh you think you are a dog, probably marmaduke
 Or snoopy or Odie, lick my bone you don’t know me
It’s Brett the chick snatcher, give me this and give me that 
So yo check her bro she’s on my wood like a lumberjack 
Asking me to take her to the holiday inn
And I tell hot dam hun here we go again
 So step to the left because I’m about to catch reck with the tech
 Signed and under lined Bullettproof Brett.

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