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bishop lamont - murder via opus lyrics

shout out to you busty -ss b-tch -ss ye -ss n-gg-s
though
only b lamont came through was like shock these n-gg-s
back to get your head off

blood stains on your wood green coagulated
fitted for the news, fresh tea saturated
dilated pupils, annihilate the futile
a hundred round drum pop music at your funeral
chair triggered cubicals squeezed back, it’s beautiful
rogue mission, smashed caddy throw full twisted
seat high, 4-50
sunset, back trot
ratchets in the duffle bag, rats in the sand box
blast from the collar, past n-gg- we salute it
murdering these new kids, burn ’em in the blue sh-t
swoop through the jungles, but the pockets and the
pumas here
roam with my pack and my wolves move in unison
but darn n-gg- zoom in, live through your satellite
armpit of bones, you might kill it in the public’s eye
i’m from a time when the earth did they turns h-t?
cutthroat killers got fire, no earthquake
villains turn pires, villains turn wires
need to stroke on hard and the realest wear wires
reptile to paraias, rotic to all liars
spit a bullet by a feedbacks bounce like fighter pop

silent weapons, cold wars
bad b-tches, souls torch
missin testin, n-gg-s got extra estrogen
better equip my condoning flick and keep em all guessin

silent weapons, cold wars
bad b-tches, souls torch
missin testin, n-gg-s got extra estrogen
some of ya’ll n-gg-s actin like b-tches

hands up in the air when you see us h-t the stage
keep a heart like eagle heart, the super sub conceal a
12 gage
take a bite, loose face
i’m so disgusted what you motherf-ckers of rappers,
plenty contraptions
lookin life with t-tious actions
i be like no n-gg-s ya’ll n-gg-s is -ss and pubics
you taint your snake, we taited up the music
so mayday, it’s d day
drop how she makes it pony wait
but these things on your brains, you b-tch n-gg-s won’t
go away
see these days i’m a family guy
no peter griffin but the heat i’m liftin with a gl-ss
that keep your punk -ss in a v position
kabluey raise no gooey, i’m just like a full grown
stuey
cuban on some cool sh-t yea

silent weapons, cold wars
bad b-tches, souls torch
missin testin, n-gg-s got extra estrogen
better equip my condoning flick and keep em all guessin

silent weapons, cold wars
bad b-tches, souls torch
missin testin, n-gg-s got extra estrogen
some of ya’ll n-gg-s actin like b-tches

my words are dangerous too, it’s murder via verses
body of school of rappers, now we in need of some
he-rs-s
shots fired out the pistol, the outlook is dismal
dash waters on em is baptismal
put em on display and exploit em, it’s so mistral
like a barrel in your mouth get red to the pencil
red blast, serial killer onto my next task
move light as a baker, i’m making red stap ash
late at bang, my nuts – i let em hang
my clutch making em swim, got my arte aches as a game
quality heat, i’ll heat him on something like pf chains
so you are the man they respect when you can’t express
yo f-ck keepin the trigger happy n-gg- happy
what’s a goon to a legend? low n-gg- clap me
i keep it real but don’t confusion
ya’ll respect the shooter, i respect the n-gg- who know
when to use it

silent weapons, cold wars
bad b-tches, souls torch
missin testin, n-gg-s got extra estrogen
better equip my condoning flick and keep em all guessin

silent weapons, cold wars
bad b-tches, souls torch
missin testin, n-gg-s got extra estrogen
some of ya’ll n-gg-s actin like b-tches

- bishop lamont lyrics

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