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[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