Don't Kill Me

[Intro] Dear Lord. I hope you're listening. Please forgive these wack ass niggas For they know not what they do. Amen [X3] Yeah, yeah Uh huh [Verse 1: Bishop Lamont] I sniff Ajax Drink Clorox Spit fresh through every breath till a lung pop Chiggy check tiggy tec till your neck, POP My style the hardest shit since the black box You hearin' a smidgen, a glimpse of my vision A tiny description of words to them scribbles So dope I ain't writtin' rhymes I'm writin' prescriptions A dose of some written Vacodin, Prozac Throw in some codeine for sippin' I'm causin' a vision like modern religion See, I hold the key, I'm the major revision Makin' it hard for wack rappers to make a livin' Y'all better learn how to spit Your own style you got to get Leave some for the groupie bitches Stop ridin' all the dick The only thing I ever bit nigga was my bottom lip Read between my lines I got a Code like DaVinci But oh yeah, you can't read, here it says, "Fuck you bitches" [Hook] Y'all niggas better get down on your knees And start sayin', "Jesus, God, oh please Don't let Bishop kill me." I'm not gonna kill you I'm gonna heal you It's the devil got you sayin' all this wack shit they playin' Y'all niggas better get down on your knees And start sayin', "Jesus, God, oh please Don't let Bishop kill me." I'm not gonna kill you I'm gonna heal you Till I'm leavin', not breathin', I'll destroy these demons [Verse 2: Bishop Lamont] The flow like slit wrists The Cardinal don't spit like this I call it suicide cause that's what you'll commit Tryin' to spit slick wit but that wit can not be matched with Can never ever be hot You're a wet matchstick E'ry day I get green like it's always St. Patricks Immaculate Conception, my style is a bastard Confess the truth in the booth so much I should have been Catholic I was born to be fly, nigga my nickname is Maggot Annihilate 'em, fatal, send 'em back to who create 'em Godness in your face, nigga don't keep Him waitin' There's a star in your circle when I cipher, call me Pagan When my pen leaks ink, leaves the Mark of the Beast like Ronald Wilson Regan When I'm speakin', I'm preachin' that's why they call me Bishop Like it's motherfuckin' Juice, walk around with a pimp cup Y'all already bust one, then I'm the second coming/cumming waitin' Oops, I'm on my own dick again, let me quit masturbatin' [Hook] [Verse 3: Bishop Lamont] You ignoramuses cease all your fussin' Yappin' 'bout who's the hottest, that's a monotonous discussion If you don't say me Bitch, you on somethin' If I get any hotter I'll die from spontaneous human combustion So I got a fire extinguisher in the booth when I'm bustin' The shit that I'm reciting is like grease is lighting A 747 to mistletoe Still don't get what I said? In Lamen's terms, bitch it's over your head I can do anythang, I'mma go out with a bang I got one shot so put my mind to it like Kurt Cobain *gun shot* I don't beat box Nigga, I kickbox My punchlines are fly, I'm practicin' Muay Tai I'm Ong-Bak Kick you through your window of your Maybachs Ugly ass Cross Colors, I was rappin' way back I'm gonna leave you with a jewel about true as the scripture Like the Last Supper there's always two or three pussies in the picture [Hook] [Outro: From the movie Saw] Actually, technically speaking, he's not really a murderer. He never killed anyone He finds ways for his victims to kill themselves