Bishop Lamont - k** k** k** lyrics

IKonz [Intro: Bishop talking] Let me see what I need, ahh, I need my chainsaw, ahh, my AK-47, my rocket launchers, some grenades...and my flame thrower. Yeah [Verse One: Bishop Lamont] Ohhh Oh sh**, it's time to ill MC's it ain't safe, e'rybody gettin' k**ed Your mammy (boom), your daddy (boom, boom) Gram Gram (boom) and your pappy (boom) And them little ugly a**, your ashy a** gets black they are so nappy No self hatred, I'm no racist, I hate everybody k** your cat, k** your dog and the parakeet b**h Shoot your fish tank up like "f** them goldfish" M-m-m-madness and mayhem, P.M. to the A.M Stomp like the collector got a collection Of decomposing possessions Talent scout I'm out to find new specimens May I make a small suggestion? Rappers, stop lyin' through the speakers Cause I see directly through you like Jeepers Creepers Creepy, got a dumb flow Threatening me? I sh** on all you, I needs lots of T.P. for my bunghole I'm not high, I'm not high, check my eyes I swear I'm just lyrically retarded and not all really there I'm a beast b**h, I'll bully money from a grizzly bear As if a bear had money and went to school But in your dreams you can't win, I'm a f**in' nightmare Tommy Ray Glatman, dream a**a**in, Dreamscape You don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Google it, I'll wait [Hook: Bishop Lamont] Everybody in this b**h gon' get gunned down Boom, boom, boom, you don't wanna hear that sound I'm goin' insane, hearin' voices in my brain They keep on tellin' me to do some really f**ed up things This can't be real, I'm really feelin' f**in' ill They keep on sayin' "Everybody gettin' k**ed" They keep on tellin' me "Everybody gettin' k**ed" I hear 'em whisperin' "Everybody gettin' k**ed" Over and over "Everybody gettin' k**ed" [Verse Two: Mad Child Yo, yo I'm a white Beast boy like Adam Horovitz Stab you in the orifice, I'm darker than a horror flick (Boom) I put a bullet in your skull to make a peep hole Then lean your head against a tube so I can watch the Creep Show I'm a freak though Graphic rap-a-holic Splatter all your blood around the room like I was Jackson Pollock I'm all alone, I'll crack your collarbone and haul it home And spread your guts around the wall and write a diabolic poem Like Michael Meyers with a knife cause I'm a psycho k**er Listening to Michael Jackson Thriller, I'm a hyper villain I'll smash your f**in' skull and then say "nighty night" Tackle rappers wearing tighty whites like it was Friday Night Lights Pop a vitamin then squat like Spiderman Then take a f**in' sh** on all you rappers for entitlement Sneak into your studio then stab you till your speaker's red Then take your Jordan 3's cause I'm a klepto and a sneaker head Gimmie your shoes Yeah, these are gonna fit [Hook] [Verse Three: JD Era] Go look up 'psychopath' then find me in the dictionary Grinnin' ear to ear, in prison gear, I hope you b**hes ready I f** a nun missionary, get it? Missionary Got a lot of friends but momma thinks they're all imaginary And they keep tellin' me to "k**, k**, k**" Murder, murder, roll a blunt and pop a pill, pill, pill And you won't, but I will For a crisp dollar bill Shove your head so far up your a** you be talkin' sh** at every meal I'm me I'm meat with cheese and some Molly powder in private Discussionals blowin' up on which rappers outta be silent I get so fly the stewardess can't close her eyelids My Taliban homie thinks that I should be a pilot I don't know, yes I'm the bomb Tick, tick, hide your child I'm happy k**ing you at work We call that service with a smile Just took some 'shrooms I guess I had the bad pile Burn a cross in front of your yard and blame that sh** on Mad Child