| Yeah! Chevy Jones. Danjahandz. Listen closely you wack ass rappers |
| I made this just for y’all. Wack ass producers and singers |
| BITCH ASS niggas in general. Church |
| So sad, to have had |
| Your career’s over now |
| Till time, dry your eyes |
| Take a bow and say goodbye |
| Mad man, it’s the rap Mein Kampf |
| But to fuckin' start a whole new holocaust |
| 4th Reich, my soldiers on the blocks |
| Self employed I ain’t got no boss |
| Dre my O.G. so don’t get it cross |
| Only answer to God or Christ on the cross |
| This is no facade, all me in your box |
| Real till I’m R.I.P. in a box |
| Death is an illusion |
| Life a mirage |
| So fuck authority, y’all not in charge |
| Military minded, call me sarge |
| 'Bout to kill rap then I’m a criminal at large |
| It’s trash day, y’all niggas gar-bage |
| I’m Shining like Jack in the lodge |
| Or Jay Nancy, I’m doin' my job |
| Since global warming is heatin' up for rappers it’s a prob |
| So sad, to have had |
| Your career’s over now |
| Till time, dry your eyes |
| Take a bow and say goodbye |
| I done warned y’all hardheaded fuckers |
| In one ear then straight out the other |
| Catch me while I’m sleepin', that’s Deep Cover |
| 187 with your pillow get smothered |
| I’m sick and I’m not gon' recover |
| So pull the plug, I’m gone motherfucker |
| You rap niggas, y’all so stupid |
| I’m not just a man |
| Bishop’s a movement |
| Don’t believe me nigga? |
| Go on and google it |
| Been through Hell, got the burn mark to prove it |
| Couple of times like Constantine |
| Young soldier nigga since Ovaltine |
| I’m Murdock nigga, rep the A to the Team |
| Pop out the coffin with the M-16 |
| I’m the clock on your dresser 'bout to wake you from your dream |
| Music to murder by, this is that theme |
| So sad, to have had |
| Your career’s over now |
| Till time, dry your eyes |
| Take a bow and say goodbye |
| You niggas don’t know what’s happenin' |
| I’m preachin', y’all niggas rappin' |
| I’m teachin', y’all barely passin' |
| Most rap albums out, hate 'em with a passion |
| You ain’t the man nigga, you Jesse Jackson |
| Standin' next to the man when bullets was blastin' |
| Bishop Luther, born to be king |
| Rappers bow down, muah, kiss my ring |
| God’s middle finger, I reign supreme |
| Fuck y’all niggas, can’t reach my height |
| Thoughts so deep, fish need flashlights |
| Homie I’m today, you niggas last night |
| This ya execution I’m readin' your last rights |
| Fuck good manners, I’m through being polite |
| Niggas cock hammers, I’m the foreman on site |
| Carson’s about to blow and I’m the dynomite |
| So sad, to have had |
| Your career’s over now |
| Till time, dry your eyes |
| Take a bow and say goodbye |