Send A Nigga Home
[Intro: Mr. Porter - talking]
Yeah. Turn them lights back down too. Uh, uh, uh. Shhh shhh shhhh shhhh shh
[Chorus: Mr. Porter (Bishop Lamont)]
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?
[Chorus: Mr. Porter (Bishop Lamont)]
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 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