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Ill Mind of Hopsin, Vol. 7 (Hopsin) · Ill Mind Muzik [Bonus Tracks] (Declaime) · Nas & Ill Will Records Presents: QB Finest (QB Finest) · Ill Na Na (Foxy Brown) · Ill at Ease (The Mark of Cain) · Guru Presents Ill Kid Records (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Ill at Ease (The Methadones) · Ill Na Na (Foxy Brown) · Original Ill (Beastie Boys) · Ill Neglect (Brutal Truth) – and 90 other albums »


God, getting fucked by Hopsin, do you know how awesome that would be? Ah"

Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona
Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona, Ramona
This bitch
Well, now that you've all prepared yourselves for the madness
I present to you, Hopsin and Tech N9ne!

See I be bangin on niggas with rapping voodoo
Lately don't nobody feel my rhymes
Dizzy blowin' up tryna steal my shine
I'm all outta ammo, my skills just died
But, "Oh my God, I love 'Ill Mind 5'!"
and chasten
Fuck them crackers up at Mountain Dew them niggas is racist
Cabbage was made, critic faggots was shook
So I told 'em that I'll exchange the word
itch I scratch it
Your soul, without your throat I'll snatch it
Juggalo love can never match it
Blew out my mattress, fucking fat chicks
You'll never
us with that Ill Mind shit
And that was cool as hell
But when it comes to your album
You ain't ever got no news to tell
Your whole career is just
I'll stab you in the brain with a knife
You can keep that in mind
You talkin' shit inside yo house?
Cool, fine, fuck it
I'll break in and stomp you
advice
I’m not lucky!
Outside of Hopsin is nobody who loves me!
I come home, to absolutely nothing!
Nobody pays any mind to Marcus!
They treat me like
really out of your mind bitch

I swear I thought you was my lady
Now you having another niggas baby
It was supposed to be me and you
But after all
Yeah
Hopsin
Funk Volume
C'mon, keep sleepin' on me
Hollywood ass rappers
Bitch ass females
That's enough to make a nigga flip

Yeah, I erupt like
Uh, Hopsin. Yo

I've come to conclusion that life sucks
The only good that comes out of it is
Sticking my dick into nice butts
So if it's wetter
Yo, I work hard and barely get paid
How did I get stuck on this page
I've been starving for like six days
I should go and get a switch blade
And try
hurt your throat I need to chill
I don't need a deal but I'll take one for a couple billion
I'm tryna eat, you lookin' like a bum just walking around
Right back on top of things
Blowing up without dropping names
And I'm lifted
Locked the game, but if I go down to Hopsin lane
I guarantee I'll
speaking in pig latin
This track is spitting like six dragons
In fact, I didn't practice, it just happened
Make 'em disappear like I did magic
Bitch is
service, call

Good love six-nine nine six-nine
Good love six-nine nine six-nine
Good love six-nine nine six-nine
I'll send your temperature higher
a dick, suck a dick, suck a dick
And by the way, suck a dick
You don't like it and eat shit then slit your wrists
And jump off a roof and land in a pool
stuck
Same niggas always name droppin' like
"aye hopsin, I rap too, I'm tryna get paid off it
Dre heard my shit and said it was great
I'll probably
advance
Try'n'a get right hoping that one day I'd be the man
The years went by I was M.I.A
I got rid of all of the niggas that was in my way
I saved
long, but I still don't know who Hopsin is
How come I'm the one my teachers used to have a problem with?
I show my music to different labels, they ain't
Stop and listen
I'll rock it wicked, no competition on the shit
You gotta get it, there's nothing hotter than it
A whack rapper's what Hopsin
with living
Satan I'll be there in a minute
How the fuck you boxing with god bitch when your arms are missing
No religion but my mom's a christian
I
bullying everybody like I'm Brutus (who)
So don't underestimate me, I do this, truest
I'm calm and ill but still drop bombs, I kill
You know the deal, with
job It's not too hard
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But when I go home
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And I'm all alone (and I'm by myself babe you heard me)
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You know you're my
six ways to Sunday
I wanna hear that woman speaking in tongue

Honey I'll pick up mistakes and drink the straight line too
Long as I get a chance