Drama Beats - Missile Testing (d**h To Infindels) lyrics

[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***as Beavis and bu*thead I'm King Of The Hill f*ggots hurtin' with their bu*ts 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***as 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 s** my dick 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***as 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' a** 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***as 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 ba*tards (Me!) I'm about to talk you into somethin' the devil ain't done Make you tongue kiss a pistol or s** with a gun Trust me, you don't wanna make it cum 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**er ain't no cuttin' When will n***as 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**hes, I blow you the f** up! You no f** with me. You no tell me I blow you the f** off the Earth. No. Don't you tell me nothing. I k** you. I blow you, you go boom. Don't want to f** with me."