[Intro, Bishop]
Attention citizens of planet earth. Your radios have now been invaded, with the sounds of J Wells and Bishop Lamont. Resistance is futile. Do not attempt to touch the dial. Keep it locked right there. What you are now about to witness, is the new movement. Aw yeah, believe me. And everything you hear, completely totally seriously...don't take it seriously
HA HAA
[Verse 1 Bishop]
Don't trigger me n*gga
These infra reds got you figured
Like you got freckles on your face but f*cking much bigger
Then pow, you f*cking dead like John Ritter
n*gga you bitter I'm bigger, I'm better I spit it, I'm slicker
I'm sicker while you sweet as a Snicker
Don't bicker or ticker, admissions of liquor
Got me flippin' quicker than Flipper
I'm off the Richter
(Whow!)
Don't get me started or end up dearly departed
Severely retarded, I'm nearly the hardest
You merely just garbage
You hear me you caucus?
I'm a go getter, gritty spitter, titty licker
I'm the sh*t, do shows rolled in Kitty Litter
I don't give a f*ck about you
I take off them sh*t that people mistake for U.F.O.s
Who have hoes, like look like Hugh Hef hoes?
I bust a nut and let it drip from her nose
Muhf*cka
[Hook]
I'm just tryin' to blow
Take over the game and make some doe
Get a little brain and get some mo'
Didn't know my name well now you know
Baby it's Bishop
Bishop Lamont
It's Bishop
Good Lord I'm hot
It's Bishop
Bishop Lamont
[Bishop talking]
Ha ha. There's nothing you can do against us
[Verse Two]
It's Bishop Lamont, n*gga not Don Juan
Here on, I got the game wrapped like wonton
Try to start some sh*t and popped on your front lawn
I'll whoop your ass until you scream "okay" like you Lil' Jon
You just a bon bon, go get your pom pom
Cause you'se b*tch n*gga, purse full of tampons
Closet is pink like your b*tch ass is Cam'ron
f*ck you in every language existing
Including sign language if your ass won't listen
You itching and twitching to come up missing
Your body parts will get found by a n*gga out fishin'
Ha ha
Who you know flow better than me?
And if it ain't 'Pac than I can't agree
Or muhf*ckin' Big than it just can't be
Like Jay quittin' the game permanently
Who want it with me?
Nobody
[Hook]
[Bishop talking]
Are you hearing this guy? This guys the greatest
[Verse Three]
I admit
That you're a little sick
But I'm full blown cancer, get off my di*k
n*gga
You don't equate young homie
You're just a common cold, me? I'm f*ckin' pneumonia
You're a G.E.D. and I'm a diploma
You're a light sleep, I'm a deep deep coma
Squeeze heat, hit your Jeep, smell the aroma
That's barbeque ribs but it ain't Tony Roma's
No no no
J Wells gave a n*gga a beat and hell
That's the equivalent of handing me heat
I'm Pistol Pete, I'll put you up under a sheet
Like a magician do a pigeon, disappear six feet
Ta-da!
Deep
Yeah that's just my style
But now I run around town like I'm Shallow Hal
Trying to get this paper ?? now
If you hatin' on me, you better listen up pal
[Hook]
Yeah b*tch