BISHOP
Fish by the millions die, fallin from the sky you observe, its hard to kick words just to sound fly but i digress, so stress the yes, i suggest we should just, try out and let, nature, do the but mother got her hands full when trynna the whole man kind boy, a damn fool its gettin hot, and im trynna stay cool like the fonze in deep cryogenic sleep how i do im too ultra for trends of culture like these and vultures always approach him so i decided to start my own shit like Oprah and now lookey kick my feet up on the sofa i aint with stereotypical shit coz typically, on the it all bitch and a lot of rappers must really feel sick from the, centrifugal force of always riding my yall worse basketball wives a bunch of bitches your depend on other niggas lives the stakes is even way way way more so now im glad to end (impale in) hip hop attire but never writing reciting what the truth bring me i'm John Wilkes booth in the booth brains baby
Loser, loser, like an educated baby, forget im the future got a fox rupert murdoch, you sir, should come by the me and the girls yuker cocky the tricks like trig get off me lil fresh air man, i like a fall breeze im as palm tree, always in school, i hallway pass on the prom "ehhh" i like a girl in mom and sweet basically got my mom's genes my rappins like Chomsky if he acted like Tom black in the white world, of Jon bB farm team starve but the majors call him coz far from a puppet he is you call a problem me and a mic, is ruker park austin with a spalding cauldron like flow scoulding