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bishop lamont - missile testing (death 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-ggas beavis and b-tthead i’m king of the hill
f-ggots hurtin’ with their b-tts 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-ggas 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 suck my d-ck big baby

[verse two]:
i got a legend dissin’ me on the internet
i’m like, “god d-mn, i ain’t even big yet”
but i feel like christopher
mad rappers listen up, you n-ggas 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’ -ss
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-ggas 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
d-mn

[verse three]:
the whole world’s goin’ to h-ll in a hand basket
and guess who’s gon’ carry it you b-st-rds (me!)
i’m about to talk you into somethin’ the devil ain’t done
make you tongue kiss a pistol or s-x with a gun
trust me, you don’t wanna make it c-m
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-cker ain’t no cuttin’
when will n-ggas ever learn, ain’t no future in your frontin’

[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-tches, i blow you the f-ck up! you no f-ck with me. you no tell me i blow you the f-ck off the earth. no. don’t you tell me nothing. i k!ll you. i blow you, you go boom. don’t want to f-ck with me.”

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