BISHOP LAMONT - Lunch Time lyrics

rate me

We bout to take it back to school

Being on the mike tabletops, bishop and nice food

Cooler than I ... nice plastic or when I play pool

Domino fat scraps blowing up like fatty coop

Sipping out broken, ain’t no picture playing violin

Higher man, something red hot I speed like fireman

I am what I am, like popeye and ...

Man hot damn, you’re not flier higher than

Yours truly, unruly, can’t move me

You moolie, you stooly,

I’ll kidnap your cutie, take her back

To my flat and make a porno movie

Bust nut on her back and let it trickle down her booty

Like nuts and shoes, sluts gonna choose

That pimp with a limp in them crispy white shoes

Airforce, 4force , that’s what I’m about

So don’t try to kid playboy, get knocked the fuck out

It’s lunch time, beat on the tables

We don’t have to rewind

Smashing us tickets then we’re cutting the line

Before time is up, put up your books

And bust your rhyme x 2

I’m definitely in the house, you know?

Most definitely, I flow slow so effortlessly

I’m so low, but who know go second like me

My whole record is gree, I’m on record indeed

The whole west is with me nigga

What you mean, like you ain’t fucking with o consecutive street

Go and collect you degree, I’m throwing records for G’s

A hundred G’s I breathe for 40 seconds and leave

Yeah, I’m hit to backburn game

That’s why I play the corner like path certain, yeah

Bishop Lamont in war in G, war with me

Niggas get caught, the shit that you drop is boring me

I figured you flop, the minute the plot

Is finished, I pin it and stop

Off the rocks, unorthodox, until the coffin locks

Yeah, often job for the love

Because I ain’t off the slut

It’s lunch time, beat on the tables

We don’t have to rewind

Smashing us tickets then we’re cutting the line

Before time is up, put up your books

And bust your rhyme x 2