Where The Wild Thingz R

Lyrics

[Intro: Bishop Lamont] This is, this is where the wild things are Comin' to ya live! Where the wild things are I think... I don't know, where are we comin' from? Where is this place? (You're where the wild things are) This is, this is where the wild things are Where the wild things are This is, this is where the wild things are Where the wild things are, where the wild things are [Verse 1: Bishop Lamont] Lets get liquor from the fuckin' liquor store And get way fucked up like we did before Which way is up, I can't tell no more It's been spinnin' and spinnin', my brain swimmin' and swimmin' Hardcore I'm dirty as the floors in the project buildings Raw three days straight, same dingy-ass draws Rhyme style funky, yeah j-just like my balls Gun clappers, my niggas will give you applause A standin' ovation, you in violation You bitch niggas lookin' like Rhythm Nation Lookin' all glittery, saw a clitoris, pussy nigga literally You need a pap smear, my near spread severe Venereal diseases through the stereo Jesus Hip hop need me to bring in the cure, pick up the pieces Let's move it move it move it, now as I proceed My niggas and niggettes blaze up your weed Rock on, real hip hop is back up in this bitch [Hook:] Now put your lighters in the air, your lights in the air Now wave 'em round and round, side to side hell yeah Now wave 'em round and round, side to side hell yeah I put my sports jersey's and my Timbs back on [Bridge: Apathy] Ayo, hold up a second Bishop, man you know you dead wrong It ain't a real party if it ain't with Honkey Kong Let me fuck this mic up, it won't take that long [Verse 2: Apathy] Ayo, I'm every MC, it's all of me But I'm less Heavy D much more Steady B So in static when the TEC stutter, hold it steadily Keep it sturdy, flip the birdie, rip the ruger readily In his belt strap, raps that disintegrate and melt wax Lumps on your skull, better start rockin' elf hats Ap never held back, never bit my tongue Rather sever it and load it like a clip into a gun I emergin', with swords I'm a surgeon Keep the power surgin', like I decapitated the Kurgan Label us "dirty version", fuckin' a dirty virgin Fuck it, Ap is a vermin, chuggin' yak with the bourbon The back of a suburban, head wrapped in a black turban Observin' a bitch bobbin' her head in my lap burpin' Bubbles I'm steady burstin', swoopin' and Silver Surfin' Fightin', cussin', and cursin', rappers will know it's curtains Gotta stay current kinda like electric circuits If verses ain't perfect, they're ineffective and worthless Pray to who you worship, forfeit 'fore I pull the four fifth Carry more coffins than a forklift On a military base deep in Saigon During Vietnam, with a ho singin' me a song Like, "Ah, me so horny, me love you long time." Wearin' black, carry gats like kids in Columbine [Hook x2:] Now put your lighters in the air, your lights in the air Now wave 'em round and round, side to side hell yeah Now wave 'em round and round, side to side hell yeah I put my sports jersey's and my Timbs back on Change clothes nigga, it's the reverse of this song Now put your lighters in the air