Send A Nigga Home

[Intro: Mr. Porter talking] Yeah. Turn them lights back down too Uh, uh, uh. Shhh shhh shhhh shhhh shh [Hook] Now who the fuck is this nigga interruptin' my zone? Must be out his mind Send that nigga home 'Bout to make this young boy hop off of that throne (I don't miss when I shoot) Send that nigga home See I can see in your eyes you a punk and you don't wanna get down (You don't want it, you don't really really want it) You can look at me and tell I'm the type that'll lay you down (He don't want it, he just frontin', he don't want it) [Verse 1: Bishop Lamont] I'm afraid of rappers on my wall, when I was growin' up I'm grown now but most of y'all motherfuckers suck It's Bishop bitches, MC's get on your knees, give praise Please, please the deity, the steez call it E.V.P Ghost In The Machine, he's who you will never see Impossible to view the scraps to stack like that T.N.T I'm so Primo and I ain't go to D&D Feelin' buck enough to lift up your S.U.V Fuck that club shit I'm on that thug shit Break bitches, shake bitches, fuck love shit Finger fuck 'em and Donkey punch 'em What's to explain, my brain got a malfunction Way down down, past down syndrome Schizophrenia, poppin' pistols, put ten in ya Injure ya, dismember ya, chop your body up, get rid of ya Milk carton bitch, who the fuck gon' remember ya? [Hook] [Verse 2: Bishop Lamont] (Fuck that) Give me blades, give me hand grenades (Fuck that) Give me two uzi's and a 12 gauge (Fuck that) Click click click clack, to push your cap Tips flip you back, your shit is flat then it's a rap Your jaw crack, brain is mayonnaise Shit dribbles, shrivel, flambe like plantains The shit I scribble belittle your hardest riddles You faggots is all skills, cupcakes with soft middles See I'm old school, you kids is all middle Fiddle with a syllable criminal, rearrange your dental I'll bust your shit, your grill will look just like a piano I bust that tongue twist shit cause I miss Big Pun I'll bust your motherfuckin' ass nigga just for fun Boom shocka lock here comes the +Chief Rock+ On your block, cop a squat, couple Glocks and a couple shots Split up couples when it pops All you niggas better watch All that tough shit you talk, knowin' you'll run tell the cops [Hook] [Verse 3: Bishop Lamont] Name your favorite rapper Fuck him homie! If you ain't say me nigga, fuck you, blow me It's only evident, apparent, I'm here to inherit the throne To rule alone above these fake characters None can compare with this, ain't no competitors The rhetoric's repetitive, make me sleepy like a sedative Voltron, black line, nigga I'm the head of this Stop tryin', stop lyin', beatin' me is a negative I bench 450 Both eyes shifty My ice pick ain't picky It give your neck a hickey Sewin' some shit to sticky That gun play is tricky I keep that quicker picker upper a nigga, right here with me Beowolf to Air Wolf, air strikes, stay off your roof Hand to hand, break the shit with my palms like I'm aloof Don't act aloof, I'm couth to who's the truth inside the booth Get at me bastards if you faggots need more proof [Hook]