BISHOP LAMONT Fish by the millions die, birds fallin from the sky
when you observe, its hard to kick words just to sound fly
but i digress, so dont stress
the best yes, i suggest
we should just, try out best
and let, nature, do the rest
but mother nature got her hands full
when trynna raise the whole man kind
boy, what a damn fool
its gettin hot, and im just trynna stay cool
like the fonze in deep cryogenic sleep thats how i do
im too ultra ultra
for these trends of culture
like these snakes and vultures
they always approach him
so i decided to start my own sh** just like Oprah
and now lookey lookey kick my feet up on the sofa
i aint with that stereotypical sh**
coz typically, on the stereo
it all sounds b**h
and honestly a lot of rappers must really feel sick
from the, centrifugal force of always riding my dick
jesus-
yall worse than basketball wives
a bunch of b**hes your life depend on other n***as lives
the stakes is high
even way way way more higher
so now im glad to end pailin (impale in) hip hop attire
but never writing just reciting what the truth bring me
i'm John Wilkes booth in the booth blowin brains baby SHAD Loser, loser, like an educated toofer
baby, forget babies im the future
got a fox like rupert
murdoch, you sir, should come by the spot
me and the girls playing yuker
co*ky when the tricks like trig get off me
lil fresh air man, i spit like a fall breeze
im cool as palm tree,
always in school, i hallway pa** on the prom queens
like "ehhh"
i like a girl in mom jeans
strong and sweet
basically she's got my mom's genes
my rappins like Chomsky if he acted like Tom Green
black in the white world, opposite of Jon bB
farm team starve but the majors wont call him
coz far from a puppet he is what you call a problem
me and a mic, is like ruker park austin with a spalding
cauldron like flow straight scoulding