Ill Mind Of Hopsin 4

Check it, I used to be the goofy man you hounded

The Special Ed kid at lunchtime

The bitches wouldn't stand around with

I would jack off so much back at my parents' house

And now my dick has a permanent imprint

Of my hand around it

Life was lame, I had to pay money to fuck a whore

I couldn't pull a damn anorexic bitch in a tug o' war

But then I made enough money for me to fund a tour

Now the ladies show me the goodies under their wonderbra

I'm goin' door to door, with foreign swords

Causin' more than war

Slayin' rappers, commercial or horrorcore

So, hold your head, 'cause I'ma torture yours

Leavin' morbid sores

I promise you it will be hard to ignore the gore

Hip hop's dead, and I'm the lucky savior

I'm kinda mad and I don't wanna pile up the anger

All these no-flow, gimmicky-ass, fired-up behaviors

With wack beats and gap teeth like Tyler, The Creator

Motherfucker, you not dope

So you tryna get some attention by cussin'

And eatin' a fuckin' cockroach?

In goblin? You get no props on it

It sucks so much I get blowjobs from it

I been told you niggas, I'm real!

If you wack and no one's confronted you

On your bullshit, then I will

Hate on me, but you can't deny skill

I crush all the momentum that you guys build

With my eyes sealed

You faggots got me cussin'

And only reason you probably buzzin'

Is 'cause you slave as an Illuminati puppet

Y'all really on one, beat it, you're gone, done

You think real niggas feelin' your shit? C'mon, son!

I'm the illest and that's fo' shizzle

My flow sizzles, your boy Hop go hard like some cold nipples

You niggas are makin' it so simple

My swag makes the ladies wave

Like fat stomachs with bold ripples

I know you, niggas, wish you could prevent it

'Cause I get buck like my Kool-Aid's got way too much sugar in it

You better run like I'm booger-flickin'

Homie, I've been good at rappin'

Now I'm tryin' to get gooder with it

So I'ma just go beast, and bring that West Coast heat

'Cause I'll be damned if you flex on me

The radio is filled with garbage over techno beats

And all these songs about cash are what we just don't need

Yo, nobody care about how much money you stack

I murder everything I touch, buddy, move back

Got enough guts to sew trash and bust up your fluke act

And leave your fans sayin', how the fuck does he do that?

My rankin' is vicious, you thinkin' it isn't?

Come pay me a visit if you feel that you may be offended

Baby, I'm wicked, crazy and sick

And with the face of a nimwit

I be callin' out names, but I ain't takin' attendance

Some bitch was like

Hop, you got me cryin'

'Cause you said I could call you

While you out on tour, shit, and I be tryin'

I even text you, but you not replyin'

So when your new shit finally drop

That's one album I will not be buyin'

What, you're too Hollywood?

And you don't even have two minutes?

Ever since you got your buzz

You don't know how bad you trippin'

You went to that ho's house last night

And you said that you didn't

I seen your pic on Facebook

The skank bitch done tagged you in it

I got put on with the beastie flow

Now the sluts, they wanna bone when they see me, whoa

So I must, I take 'em home, let the wee wee grow

Then I bust from different strokes, like the TV show

See, when I be comin' through

Kickin' it raw, niggas like, gee, he's dope!

If there's anyone throwing dirt at my name

Then you know he be toast

For all of you rappers who bringin' me drama

Homie, please, be ghost

The only reason I'm bein' aggressive is 'cause we need hope

Hey yo, Hopsin, I fuckin' love you

'Cause you supply the best rhymes

Since your flow is kinda strange

You should sign with Tech Nine

You design erect lines, who am I to just lie?

Every single night I play your music right at bedtime

And usually I'm not into dark dick

I wanna do somethin' freaky enough to win your heart with

I say, what you wanna do? She say, it's simple, Marcus

I wanna blow it before you put it in like a Nintendo cartridge

Bitch, I'm hotter than a UV ray

Hotter than the thought of Nicki Minaj naked

Makin' her booty shake

Hot enough to pull up to yo' show and steal yo' groupie date

Hot enough to melt the ice cream that's on Gucci's face

And now you havin' hot flashes

All the shit that you ever wanted in one MC, Hop has it

Don't rap if you do not practice

I cockblock wack shit, now get ready for Knock Madness