Missile Testing (Death To Infindels) lyrics

by

Bishop Lamont


[Intro] [Newscaster]:
Yes, ah, late breaking news. We have just found out that missiles have been launched over California by notorious Heballa Bishop Lamont

[Hook]:
I said testing testing, 1, 2
This one's in the air, next one's aimed at you
I said testing testing, 3, 4
This is just a simulation next time it's real war
I said testing testing, 1, 2
This one's in the air, next one's aimed at you
I said testing testing, 3, 4
This is just a simulation next time it's real war
Beeotch!

[Verse One]:
Nah, him not real
In the game or the squad, guess I'm Kim Jong Il
Surprisin' what a little adversitin' reveal
n*ggas Beavis and Butthead I'm King Of The Hill
Faggots hurtin' with their butts red cause I got a deal
Don't get mad cause Dr. Dre ain't give you a mil'
But if you hungry, my treat I'll give a meal
Oops, my bad the drive thru's too filled
Just admit you upset cause I'm set to blow
n*ggas feelin' like Snoop when 'Pac signed with Tha Row
It's All Eyez On Me, you ain't hot no mo'
Your second album's Doggfather, I ain't gotta say mo'
And Aftermath is the label that pays me
You can suck my di*k big baby

[Hook]:
I said testing testing, 1, 2
This one's in the air, next one's aimed at you
I said testing testing, 3, 4
This is just a simulation next time it's real war
I said testing testing, 1, 2
This one's in the air, next one's aimed at you
I said testing testing, 3, 4
This is just a simulation next time it's real war
Damn

[Verse Two]:
I got a legend dissin' me on the Internet
I'm like, "God damn, I ain't even Big yet"
But I feel like Christopher
Mad rappers listen up, you n*ggas better give it up
And let me quote the word
God don't like ugly, you Whoopi Goldberg
Jumpin' Jack Flash, I ain't trippin' off yo' ass
I'm tryin' to come up off you did and make my own cash
But I ain't even mad I still got your autograph
It's just sad the things n*ggas do to try and last

[Hook]:
I said testing testing, 1, 2
This one's in the air, next one's aimed at you
I said testing testing, 3, 4
This is just a simulation next time is real war
I said testing testing, 1, 2
This one's in the air, next one's aimed at you
I said testing testing, 3, 4
This is just a simulation next time is real war
Damn

[Verse Three]:
The whole world's goin' to Hell in a hand basket
And guess who's gon' carry it you bast*rds (Me!)
I'm about to talk you into somethin' the devil ain't done
Make you tongue kiss a pistol or sex with a gun
Trust me, you don't wanna make it c*m
I watch Boondocks, loading up two Glocks
I got soldiers from every hood, like Suge, got a few cops
Rastas with rockets on they shoulders like it's a boombox (Bumbaclot!)
So holla back youngin
Don't be mean cause my green gettin' bigger than ?
I waited my turn, motherf*cker ain't no cuttin'
When will n*ggas ever learn, ain't no future in your frontin'

[Hook]:
I said testing testing, 1, 2
This one's in the air, next one's aimed at you
I said testing testing, 3, 4
This is just a simulation next time it's real war
I said testing testing, 1, 2
This one's in the air, next one's aimed at you
I said testing testing, 3, 4
This is just a simulation next time it's real war

[Outro] [Newscaster]:
Yes, I'm live on the scene coming from Carson California where we're going to be speaking to Bishop Hezballa Lamont

"I blow you. You sons of b*tches, I blow you the f*ck up! You no f*ck with me. You no tell me I blow you the f*ck off the Earth. No. Don't you tell me nothing. I kill you. I blow you, you go boom. Don't want to f*ck with me."

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