Bishop Lamont - Where The Wild Thingz R lyrics

[Hook: Bishop Lamont] This is this is where the wild things are Where the wild things are This is this is where the wild things are The wild things are Where the where the wild things are [Verse 1: Bishop Lamont] Lets get liquor from the f**ing liquor store And get way f**ed up like we did before Which way is up I can't tell no more I've been spinning and spinning My brain's swimming and swimming Hardcore I'm dirty as the floor in the project buildings Robbed three days straight saying [?] raw Rhyme style funky yeah j-just like my balls Gun clappers, my n***as will give you applause A standing ovation, you in violation You b**h n***as looking like Rhythm Nation Looking all glittery, saw a cliterous, p**y n***a learly You need a pap smear, my near spread severe Venereal diseases through the stereo Jesus Hip hop need me to bring in the cure, pick up the pieces Let's move it move it move it, now as I proceed My n***as and n**ettes blaze up your weed Rock on, real hip hop is back up in this b**h [Hook 2: Bishop Lamont] Now put your lighters in the air Your lights in the air Now wave 'em round and round, side to side hell yeah Now wave 'em round and round, side to side hell yeah I put my sports jersey's and my Timbs back on [Verse 2: Apathy] Ayo, hold up a second Bishop man, you know you dead wrong It ain't a real party if it ain't my Honkey Kong Let me f** this mic up it won't take that long Ayo, I'm every MC, it's all of me But I'm less Heavy D much more Steady B So in static when the TEC stutter, hold it steadily Keep it sturdy, flip the birdie, rip the ruger readily In this belt strap, raps that disintegrate and melt wax Lumps on your skull, better start rocking elf hats Ap never held back, never bit my tongue Rather sever it and load it like a clip into a gun I be merging, with swords I'm a surgeon Keep the power surging, like I decapitated the Kurgan Label us "dirty version", f**ing a dirty virgin f** it, Ap is a vermin, chugging 'yac with the bourbon The back of a suburban, head wrapped in a black turban Observing a b**h bobbing her head in my lap burping Bubbles I'm steady bursting, swooping and Silver Surfing Fighting, cussing and cursing Rappers don't know it's curtain Gotta stay current kinda like electric circuits Your verses ain't perfect, they're ineffective and worthless Pray to who you worship, forfeit before I pull the four fifth Carry more coffins than a forklift On a military base deep in Saigon during Vietnam With a ho singing me a song Like, "Oh my so horny. Me love you long time." Wearing black, carry gats like kids in Columbine [Hook 2] {x2} Now put your lighters in the air Your lights in the air Now wave 'em round and round, side to side hell yeah Now wave 'em round and round, side to side hell yeah I put my sports jersey's and my Timbs back on Change clothes n***a, it's the reverse of this song