(Bishop)
I see u like to be a critic/ u wanna mock king kong when ur
ass is a midget!?// now um smashin ur image/ like a fist thru
the glass of the center of a frame/ u better remember my
name/ it's bishop/ I was playin on that renegade/ I call that
rhyme my lemonade/ I made it in ten minutes/ du u scraps I
diminish/ ur finished by the menace/ u better eat ur spinach/
before I finish with this sentence/ Imma monster on streets/
and um godly on beatz/ du ur hardly on a beat/ now it's time
to get busy/ so umma ride on biggzy/ I got damn metro
card/ I should take back riding/ man that fools raps at retro bars/ a fagot sucing dick/ him and his boiz bumper cars/
smashin into ass ends/ u can't top my rhyme/ no matter how
much ur ass spends/ tryina buy up disses/ u better buy up
stitches/for that hole right in the back of ur motherfucking
britches/ bitch pretending to be misses/ he blows kisses/ he's
so dickless/ u from across seas/ u better stop with that mosh shit/ or stop drop when I pop these/ ur an undercover Nazi/
U can't stop me/ and for sure cannot top me/ Dont talk to me with mockery/ until u reach my level/ drop ur accent, do a back spin and go back to ur ass friends....Fagot! n I aint talkin bout cigarettes
(80D)
I talkin bout rippin through.. legiments.. I'm sick of this 3 foot 2 inch bitch.. up in my business.. all wrapped up.. it's bound to lose.. uless you hand it out for free in ya santa suit.. you aint seein' no loot off this motherfuckin mix tape.. I heard ya managers askin how his dick tastes.. now that's a situation only you could dictate.. this boys a flake yo this boys a fake.. see him behind doors tryin to fornicate.. my games high price you can't afford to hate.. and like a vibrator you born to shake..
