[Blanco Bishop]

K....lemme swag on em


My verses read like movie scripts. No slackin when the pen' s moving quick. I do my duty right.
Plus i do the booty right. Smoothly satisfy the Nina Hartley type from Boogie Nights.
U couldn't find more heart in a warrior's chest. A coroner's best friend when i order your death bed...after i slaughter your flesh.
Bustin choppers n teks at imposters who test this monster of text. A mobster exec,
holding meetings in Beijing n doing great things for the Black Market like Kevin Hart is...an animal w/the proper finesse.
Stop hollerin fibs. I'm the baller n pimp who doesn't bother with pricks that can't garner a bitch.
Shit...
I'm cranberry n Goose sippin..get buried if u slippin..shots vary from two weapons when my ire's summoned.
Hired gunmen will retire ur frontin or set fire to your entire apartment 'till it expires to nothin.
Yall don't warrant bluffin. I'm Warren Buffett. A chip off the old block, gettin rich off of old stocks while u pitching coke rocks.
Your not gettin off ur own block, so, stop with the grown talk! Gawd'f the choppy swag....style's bitchin'n flows hot.
Yah..
When i come through..dippin in the crimson SS...Imma run through...a few chickens, cuz I'm fixin to dip my tip in some wet wet.
So run dude..I'm not kiddin, kid its your best bet..I'm Sun Szu...inna fitted, siftin' through texts'best.
Yes...
I study the art diligently. Confined in a bunker my mind ponders plunder that'll tear u apart intelligently.
We're miles apart mentally. Yours plateaus off where mine begins to form thoughts n the holy ghost starts entering me.
Rendering enemies hopeless. U hacks'll get whacked to a bloody pulp. I dunno what u trying to fucking pull
but I'm ultra gully fool. Plus, sonny's swolle. U scummy wolves'll drop in a heap on your bloody wool.
Gullible rats get clapped with promptness. Three pratts from the arm will detach your noggin.
These raps r astronomic. Astronaut shit. Squeeze so many rhymes in space n time so many times...ud swear i'm Martian.
I wish the harshest of deaths to u cuz anything u attempt's feudal n your intent is pseudo.
U a do it for the fame type n Imma crush u cuz i love the game type......an intense sumo.
The end. Punto. .

Puto.