Bishop Lamont - Boom Lyrics
I’ve got guns out to here, goons out to thereBrown’s where the pounds ***** up the atmosphere (boom!)Body parts everywhere (boom!)Oh God it’s just no fair (boom!)Sound buey beware (boom!)We about metal, we’re fair (boom!)Put your guns in the air (boom!)You know we just don’t care (boom!)I see through your chest sip to RihannaDon’t even bother, put the jury onMy hienas pop the meanest that your shit smashBelieve me nigga, not ya, ya don’t want thatSee magnificence if you ever witnessed thisFor that whack shit orient tipycistIt’s rather die nigga – ain’t no other optionsOnly pop out respect is that pop bucketMost in *****, all them full of geeseAre you ex-cop but rap ***** policeDon’t like the feds but all them your peepsYea you rappers faggot, poopoo my bruncher badgeAndy Griffith niggas, they all got a badgeI can pin that paint, make it hurt like Johnny CashAll that singin shit so rap, get up outta hereKnew you was a *****, count your birthdays in dog yearsWe dark yes, they couldn’t even see us when the fog clearsA bunch of kings and queens and queens are nothing cuz they all queersThey wet behind they ears, demons is they fearsSo they go and join their forces, make them wear that women gearI’ve got guns out to here, goons out to thereBrown’s where the pounds ***** up the atmosphere (boom!)Body parts everywhere (boom!)Oh God it’s just no fair (boom!)Sound buey beware (boom!)We about metal, we’re fair (boom!)Put your guns in the air (boom!)You know we just don’t care (boom!)Saw a dragon on the concreteSpot flyin like the Baccardo Spiff with the whacko and the wheemieModern day cheech but my van dan a camelPistol whippin *****es so you know your man handleSaving ammo, Hulk smashBruce Banner breaking shackles, DNA samples in my spackleGoing JeckyllAll these *****in tough guy looksYou’s a tough guy? LookOh you top of the line my brother shitWhere’s your check book nigga? Keddle with the metalBunch of shipyard iron, I’m ghetto with the metalHeads I sever, from the neck up like I’m never themI guess I gotta be kiddin so I went ahead and behead himShouts are heavy for some inspirationI’m California cakin, medicatin, meditatinCause I’m paper chasin my pride, my mind’s racin’These niggas actin shitty and they rollin sticky in that weed, that’s for the semis nowGuns everywhereWhat the ***** yall? I’m supposed to go back nigga?That’s *****ed up nigga
