Personal Chauffeur Songtext
von Bishop Lamont

"Now I have the time
To take you riding in the car"

I can be your personal chauffeur
Call me up and I′ll drive right over
And pick you up for your funeral
I can be your personal chauffeur
Call me up and I'll drive right over
And pick you up for your funeral


I wonder, wander, ponder, fonder
Epiphanies, entities killing my enemies
Violently, silently, neatly, quietly
Or out in the open for all who have eyes to see
Your murder, you′re leaving
Bleeding profusely to no pulse or breathing
That's why I don't beef with no rappers
I just send angels and demons to clap ya
Torment you here then worsen the after
Send you to hell, Dante′s Inferno
Seven levels to dwell eternal
These pages here I ripped from his journal
Beef up security, more guns to carry
I′ll still be right there just like Hail Mary
Preparing your bed with shovels to bury

I can be your personal chauffeur
Call me up and I'll drive right over
And pick you up for your funeral
I can be your personal chauffeur
Call me up and I′ll drive right over
And pick you up for your funeral


We dim light in dim light, my pen write like M. Night
Rappers too scared to sleep, stay up all night
Just kill yourself, please, you'll be alright
Just face your gun, squeeze, you′ll see the light
Refuse to, I use some juju
Same suicide scene, M.O. the usual
Don't fuck with the new Crypt Keeper
′Cause on speed dial I keep the Grim Reaper
I push the Phantoms, no not the rides
The kind that float in darkness ride
The kind that find anywhere you can hide
Make you see things, the dead come alive
Make you fly off the freeway, your family inside
Trap burn alive, witness your ending
Now open your eyes, death's the beginning

I can be your personal chauffeur
Call me up and I'll drive right over
And pick you up for your funeral
I can be your personal chauffeur
Call me up and I′ll drive right over
And pick you up for your funeral