Bishop isnt ill, in fact, this kid couldnt agress a phat
Bish could fuckin 'spit holy water' and not 'bless a track'
Kid dropped a confessional, preached, and professed he's wack
Ima psychological chiropractor, ill stress your back and rest your facts
Best be back, i'll leave your hips slice in two when i entise this fool
Roll them dice, Im nice with the device to thrice ya through,
Even against the slighest fool, Your metaphors arent hot, your fight is cool
When i spit on a mic it drools, Kid ill grip your neck with a hammer,
Your dome will crush when i toss around vocabulary and flail some grammar
Slap a bib to ya chest, while you 'crib-up' and wail and stammar.

Uppin for Bishop..good luck.