[Lyric] Missile Testing Death To Infindels (Bishop Lamont)

[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
Niggas Beavis and Butthead I'm King Of The Hill
Faggots hurtin' with their butts 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
Niggas 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 dick big baby
[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
Damn

[Verse Two]:
I got a legend dissin' me on the Internet
I'm like, "God damn, I ain't even Big yet"
But I feel like Christopher
Mad rappers listen up, you niggas 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' ass
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 niggas 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
Damn
[Verse Three]:
The whole world's goin' to Hell in a hand basket
And guess who's gon' carry it you bastards (Me!)
I'm about to talk you into somethin' the devil ain't done
Make you tongue kiss a pistol or sex with a gun
Trust me, you don't wanna make it cum
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, motherfucker ain't no cuttin'
When will niggas ever learn, ain't no future in your frontin'

[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

[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 bitches, I blow you the fuck up! You no fuck with me. You no tell me I blow you the fuck off the Earth. No. Don't you tell me nothing. I kill you. I blow you, you go boom. Don't want to fuck with me."