J Wells - Its Bishop lyrics

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J Wells - Its Bishop lyrics

[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***a These infra reds got you figured Like you got freckles on your face but f**ing much bigger Then pow, you f**ing dead like John Ritter n***a 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**, do shows rolled in Kitty Litter I don't give a f** about you I take off them sh** 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**a [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***a not Don Juan Here on, I got the game wrapped like wonton Try to start some sh** and popped on your front lawn I'll whoop your a** until you scream "okay" like you Lil' Jon You just a bon bon, go get your pom pom Cause you'se b**h n***a, purse full of tampons Closet is pink like your b**h a** is Cam'ron f** you in every language existing Including sign language if your a** won't listen You itching and twitching to come up missing Your body parts will get found by a n***a out fishin' Ha ha Who you know flow better than me? And if it ain't 'Pac than I can't agree Or muhf**in' 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 dick n***a You don't equate young homie You're just a common cold, me? I'm f**in' 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***a 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**h