Letra Boom Bishop Lamont

Boom

Featuring Jah Drumma

I’ve got guns out to here, goons out to there
Brown’s where the pounds fuck up the atmosphere (boom!)
Body parts everywhere (boom!)
Oh God it’s just no fair (boom!)
Sound buey beware (boom!)
We about metal, we’re fair (boom!)
Put your guns in the air (boom!)
You know we just don’t care (boom!)

I see through your chest sip to Rihanna
Don’t even bother, put the jury on
My hienas pop the meanest that your shit smash
Believe me nigga, not ya, ya don’t want that
See magnificence if you ever witnessed this
For that whack shit orient tipycist
It’s rather die nigga – ain’t no other options
Only pop out respect is that pop bucket
Most in pussy, all them full of geese
Are you ex-cop but rap fuck police
Don’t like the feds but all them your peeps
Yea you rappers faggot, poopoo my bruncher badge
Andy Griffith niggas, they all got a badge
I can pin that paint, make it hurt like Johnny Cash
All that singin shit so rap, get up outta here
Knew you was a bitch, count your birthdays in dog years

We dark yes, they couldn’t even see us when the fog clears
A bunch of kings and queens and queens are nothing cuz they all queers
They wet behind they ears, demons is they fears
So they go and join their forces, make them wear that women gear

I’ve got guns out to here, goons out to there
Brown’s where the pounds fuck up the atmosphere (boom!)
Body parts everywhere (boom!)
Oh God it’s just no fair (boom!)
Sound buey beware (boom!)
We about metal, we’re fair (boom!)
Put your guns in the air (boom!)
You know we just don’t care (boom!)

Saw a dragon on the concrete
Spot flyin like the Baccardo Spiff with the whacko and the wheemie
Modern day cheech but my van dan a camel
Pistol whippin bitches so you know your man handle
Saving ammo, Hulk smash
Bruce Banner breaking shackles, DNA samples in my spackle
Going Jeckyll
All these fuckin tough guy looks
You’s a tough guy? Look
Oh you top of the line my brother shit
Where’s your check book nigga? Keddle with the metal
Bunch of shipyard iron, I’m ghetto with the metal
Heads I sever, from the neck up like I’m never them
I guess I gotta be kiddin so I went ahead and behead him
Shouts are heavy for some inspiration
I’m California cakin, medicatin, meditatin
Cause I’m paper chasin my pride, my mind’s racin’
These niggas actin shitty and they rollin sticky in that weed, that’s for the semis now
Guns everywhere

What the fuck yall? I’m supposed to go back nigga?
That’s fucked up nigga