[Hook] [Jah Drumma]:
I got guns out to here
Goons out to there
Rounds by the pounds fuck up the atmosphere
Body parts everywhere
Oh God it's just not fair
Soundbwoy beware
We them bad men, don't play fair
Put your guns in the air
You know we just don't care
[Verse One] [Bishop Lamont]:
I
See through your chest like Centurion
Nah
Don't even bother puttin' jewelry on
My hyenas pop them ninas, get your shit smashed
Believe me nigga, nah nah, you don't want that
See magnificence if you ever witness this
For that wack shit, I'm the antithesis
It's ride or die nigga, ain't no other option
Only pop I respect is that pop lockin'
Most are pussy
All them full of yeast
How you ex-cop, but rap 'Fuck Police?'
Don't like the FEDS, but all them your peeps
Yeah you rappers faggot, poom poom a bunch of vag
Andy Griffith niggas, they all got a badge
I can pin that pain, make it Hurt like Johnny Cash
All that singin' shit's a rap, get up out of here
Knew you was a bitch, count your birthdays in dog years
[Jah Drumma]:
In dog years, they couldn't even see us when the fog clears
A bunch of kings and queens, a queen's nothin' cause they all queers
They wet behind the ears
Demons they fear
So they go and join they forces, make 'em wear that women gear
[Hook] [Jah Drumma]:
I got guns out to here
Goons out to there
Rounds by the pounds fuck up the atmosphere
Body parts everywhere
Oh God it's just not fair
Soundbwoy beware
We them bad men, don't play fair
Put your guns in the air
You know we just don't care
[Verse Two] [Jah Drumma]:
Watch the sword drag along the concret
Sparks flying light the paper called the spliff
Where the wacko and the weed meet
Modern day cheech but my bandana camo
Pistol whippin bitches so you know you man handled
Savin ammo
Hulk smash bruce banner breaking shackles
DNA samples in my spackle
Going Jekkyl
All this fucking tough guy looks
You'sa tough guy? look oh you top of the line my brotha shit wheres your checkbook nigga?
The kettle with the metal
Punching shipyard iron im ghetto with the metal
Heads i sever
From the neck up make em level
Damn i guess they bgot big headed so i went ahead and beheaded him
Shots of Henni for so inspiration
Im californicatin, medicatin, meditatin
Cause im paper chasin
Mach 5 my minds racin
These niggas actin shifty
Henni rollin sticky in a room thats full of semis
We got guns everywhere
I got guns out to here
Goons out to there
Rounds by the pounds fuck up the atmosphere
Body parts everywhere
Oh God it's just not fair
Soundbwoy beware
We them bad men, don't play fair
Put your guns in the air
You know we just don't care
[Verse One] [Bishop Lamont]:
I
See through your chest like Centurion
Nah
Don't even bother puttin' jewelry on
My hyenas pop them ninas, get your shit smashed
Believe me nigga, nah nah, you don't want that
See magnificence if you ever witness this
For that wack shit, I'm the antithesis
It's ride or die nigga, ain't no other option
Only pop I respect is that pop lockin'
Most are pussy
All them full of yeast
How you ex-cop, but rap 'Fuck Police?'
Don't like the FEDS, but all them your peeps
Yeah you rappers faggot, poom poom a bunch of vag
Andy Griffith niggas, they all got a badge
I can pin that pain, make it Hurt like Johnny Cash
All that singin' shit's a rap, get up out of here
Knew you was a bitch, count your birthdays in dog years
[Jah Drumma]:
In dog years, they couldn't even see us when the fog clears
A bunch of kings and queens, a queen's nothin' cause they all queers
They wet behind the ears
Demons they fear
So they go and join they forces, make 'em wear that women gear
[Hook] [Jah Drumma]:
I got guns out to here
Goons out to there
Rounds by the pounds fuck up the atmosphere
Body parts everywhere
Oh God it's just not fair
Soundbwoy beware
We them bad men, don't play fair
Put your guns in the air
You know we just don't care
[Verse Two] [Jah Drumma]:
Watch the sword drag along the concret
Sparks flying light the paper called the spliff
Where the wacko and the weed meet
Modern day cheech but my bandana camo
Pistol whippin bitches so you know you man handled
Savin ammo
Hulk smash bruce banner breaking shackles
DNA samples in my spackle
Going Jekkyl
All this fucking tough guy looks
You'sa tough guy? look oh you top of the line my brotha shit wheres your checkbook nigga?
The kettle with the metal
Punching shipyard iron im ghetto with the metal
Heads i sever
From the neck up make em level
Damn i guess they bgot big headed so i went ahead and beheaded him
Shots of Henni for so inspiration
Im californicatin, medicatin, meditatin
Cause im paper chasin
Mach 5 my minds racin
These niggas actin shifty
Henni rollin sticky in a room thats full of semis
We got guns everywhere
( Bishop Lamont )
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