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bishop lamont – don’t kill me lyrics

[intro:]
dear lord. i hope you’re listening. please forgive these wack -ss n-gg-s
for they know not what they do. amen

[x3:]
yeah, yeah
uh huh

[verse 1:]
i sniff ajax
drink clorox
spit fresh through every breath till a lung pop
chiggy check tiggy tec till your neck, pop
my style the hardest sh-t since the black box
you hearin’ a smidgen, a glimpse of my vision
a tiny description of words to them scribbles
so dope i ain’t writtin’ rhymes i’m writin’ prescriptions
a dose of some written
vacodin, prozac
throw in some codeine for sippin’
i’m causin’ a vision like modern religion
see, i hold the key, i’m the major revision
makin’ it hard for wack rappers to make a livin’
y’all better learn how to spit
your own style you got to get
leave some for the groupie b-tches
stop ridin’ all the d-ck
the only thing i ever bit n-gg- was my bottom lip
read between my lines i got a code like davinci
but oh yeah, you can’t read, here it says, “f-ck you b-tches”

[chorus:]
y’all n-gg-s better get down on your knees
and start sayin’, “jesus, god, oh please.
don’t let bishop kill me.”
i’m not gonna kill you i’m gonna heal you
it’s the devil got you sayin’ all this wack sh-t they playin’
y’all n-gg-s better get down on your knees
and start sayin’, “jesus, god, oh please.
don’t let bishop kill me.”
i’m not gonna kill you i’m gonna heal you
till i’m leavin’, not breathin’, i’ll destroy these demons

[verse 2:]
the flow like slit wrists
the cardinal don’t spit like this
i call it suicide cause that’s what you’ll commit
tryin’ to spit slick with but that with can not be matched with
can never ever be hot
you’re a wet matchstick
e’ry day i get green like it’s always st. patricks
immaculate conception, my style is a b-st-rd
confess the truth in the booth so much i should have been catholic
i was born to be fly, n-gg- my nickname is maggot
annihilate ’em, fatal, send ’em back to who create ’em
godness in your face, n-gg- don’t keep him waitin’
there’s a star in your circle when i cipher, call me pagan
when my pen leaks ink, leaves the mark of the beast like ronald wilson regan
when i’m speakin’, i’m preachin’ that’s why they call me bishop
like it’s motherf-ckin’ juice, walk around with a pimp cup
y’all already bust one, then i’m the second coming/c-mming waitin’
oops, i’m on my own d-ck again, let me quit masturbatin’

[verse 3:]
you ignoramuses cease all your fussin’
yappin’ ’bout who’s the hottest, that’s a monotonous discussion
if you don’t say me
b-tch, you on somethin’
if i get any hotter i’ll die from spontaneous human combustion
so i got a fire extinguisher in the booth when i’m bustin’
the sh-t that i’m reciting is like grease is lighting
a 747 to mistletoe
still don’t get what i said?
in lamen’s terms, b-tch it’s over your head
i can do anythang, i’m a go out with a bang
i got one shot so put my mind to it like kurt cobain [gun shot]
i don’t beat box
n-gg-, i kickbox
my punchlines are fly, i’m practicin’ muay tai
i’m ong-bak
kick you through your window of your maybachs
ugly -ss cross colors, i was rappin’ way back
i’m gonna leave you with a jewel about true as the scripture
like the last supper there’s always two or three p-ss-es in the picture

[outro: from the movie saw]
actually, technically speaking, he’s not really a murderer. he never killed anyone
he finds ways for his victims to kill themselves

- bishop lamont lyrics

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