Where the Wild Thingz R - Bishop Lamont, Apathy

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

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

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

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

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

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