Bishop Lamont - T.W.S.S Lyrics
I’m kinda the reason the people still believe in rappers mediumEven if you need em to consider this evening was teasin easinThese pills mind your peace, accusing abusingDope lines, I got resolve in usingThis is leaky fosset rapOnce I start spittin I’m feelinMy little New York studio, apartment to the ceilingYou can’t stop me from pinning everything I touchNot exactly Midas but I might just start to care enoughLadies and gentlemen, everything’s fineEverything’s fine, everything’s fineThe kids are alright, they had dinner on timeDinner on time, dinner on timeThis ain’t the bullshit that we feed emIs where did racker bringin it back to packinMackin back in the act, smackin a rapper to back in the factsIt’s a little favor just for you sup onAnd give you a taste of the things we grew up onI spit the hardest, your favorite artistI come the hardest, that’s what you saySaid I’m good looking, foreign from BrooklynCause I’m so big, that’s what she saidUh you so deep, your lyrics are crazyI really feel it, that’s what she saidThat’s what she said, that’s what she saidThat’s what she said, that’s what she saidTake me where I ain’t never been and there ain’t very hard to findLike where the wild things are, my style is so bizarreYea I know I got you open like a door is a jarAnd in the jar was sticky pain from the dispensaryPristine, my jeans are clean, I mean neatlyAnd the roof is future blew in the face just like the beastAnd my Timberlands were stomping like my niggas on the eastWe all codies to the god, peace to the queenBut my tux is fully laced, that later place where I’ll be doing my thingI say my grace for eat apples like an appetizer***** they off my ***** here, take somewhere the sanitizerSo analyze the vandalizer that’ll brutalize yaRank is an abused rapper like I was your supervisorI smoke my BD’s like blowin CD’s about my windowCan see these rappers *****in up my yellowsI need a Q tip, ***** on Alicia NobySo I can find a way so I can finish up my storyOn the world tour, with Sneakas my man*****in each and every ***** with my dick in my handI spit the hardest, your favorite artistI come the hardest, that’s what you saySaid I’m good looking, foreign from BrooklynCause I’m so big, that’s what she saidUh you so deep, your lyrics are crazyI really feel it, that’s what she saidThat’s what she said, that’s what she saidThat’s what she said, that’s what she saidYo I mean I’m tryna tell ya man, that’s what she saidShe *****in lyinShe did not lieShe promised!That ***** is a crackheadThat ***** is not exactly that’s my best friend you’re talkin aboutYou know what? That’s not even a *****, that’s a shim, that’s a tranny *****That is not a shimHer Adam’s apple was so smallThat’s what she saidThat is what she saidWhatever, I’m just telling youI’m your friendI’m your friend, I’m not gonna lie to youI’m your friend, you paid for herI didn’t know the ***** was a trannyI didn’t know she’s a shimYou could’ve saidBut what did he tell you?I mean what did he say?She said her name was JoyNo, that’s what he saidThat uh, that’s the agreement(That’s what she said, that’s what she said)We’re goodThat’s what she saidYeaUh uh and the best album of forever.. everAn Oscar goes to Oscar the chef
