Bishop Nehru – Meathead Lyrics
Meathead By Bishop Nehru I sip a hot tea, watchin’ Archie flip on Meathead And left the page Rip Torn writin’ what the beat said On the mic he’s heat-red, ghetto and street-bred All crooked D.T.s and feds can eat Lead, wheat, and gluten free, he is who he is, is who he be Mind your biz for me It could even help you in the long run What good’s a song if the jawn’s no fun, son? Shogun, invisible armor level 5 Couldn’t penetrate the bomber with your llama, stay alive Playin’ jive, beamin’ on the telemetry Old enough to be your uncle, prime time MC Although prefer the term “rhymer”, third-timer Slurred word primer, dime a mama And make sure it stay tight, it’s only right Own the daylight and the night life, they bite trife From thug to bug to happy-go-lucky s--- Ask him, do he really give a f----s---? Tuck it No ice bucket list, s--- it Struck a nugget, duck, kid When I die, f--- it, I guess I prefer me goin’ to Hell Because Earth is truly the same, so the differenc