Lyrics:
played with us, we done put him right in Swanson
I can't even say it, mind ill like I'm Hopsin
Made a eight quadruple, thirty-two, Magic Johnson
I'm jotting you dodging I'm spotting all clone Hopsins
Pale eyes elevated by lies like Tom Watson.
So what'd the haste? With every moment made
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
I done lost myself again
I done lost myself in sin
I've been burned by selfish men
I've been died but held it in
I do not want hell to win
an ill mind I feel like hopsin
Look at every chart I'm toppin
I paint perfect pictures about pointless parts of that past
I tend to torture tracks so I can
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
Yeah new Problems
One i met this chick in Idaho after
A show I did with Hopsin
Took her back to the hotel
Oh my God it was awesome
First time I
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
it, enough is enough, bruh
Plus I needed somethin' to get my buzz up
You done fucked with the wrong dude
Ain't no tellin' what Hopsin is gon' do,
life on this mic dude
I beat 'em with the same cross
That Jews nailed Christ to
It's obvious that I don't like you
I'll meet you at the school at
2
funny
The pennies in my palm were all for studies
So I never spent the shit less I was feelin' hungry
Used to see the Shadys, the Hopsins, the Logics
when you get there!
But let me ask you something, cool?
Why in your right mind would
You wanna battle me?
I'll kill this MiHO once again
And rack
mind, bitch no hopsin
Numb the pain with cash, if i want it imma cop it
Haha bitch yeah you still window shopping
Everybody always asking me when i'm
rap fast and think it’s dope
You're now about to feel the wrath of Hopsin
Dizzy Wright and Benton
Your careers was ended the moment
That I was
that
You're a fan forever
Fuck your grade five, you don't need to lie
Glad I made you better 'cause
Your other shit was dry
Had to make you wait 'cause
you be all above this whole generation
But your actions speaking louder with demonstration
Of a mindset that reminds me of a child
But your mind "I'm
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Nie wchodź mi w paradę tak jak Hopsin na Kempie
Masz drewniane flow to je potnę na
might go off
I only fight inside my mind
The world is way too soft
In a roll I'm lost
But in a way I'm calm
So hot then frost
Look at what the fuck it
Let's talk about the 42 records that Hopsin sold
You sleeping on a fucking pot of gold, so listen close
Don't you ever call me again
I'm not your
Stunting for my friends like "Watch
A nigga check this bitch" "Hey bitch
You better have my mother
Fucking money by Thursday"
"I'm sorry mom just go with it
So you tryna get some attention by cussing and eating a fucking cockroach?
And Goblin, you get no props on it
It sucks so much I get blowjobs from it
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
makes that swing
Police wanna change my name to Amings
I'm still with the gang yeah I'm still mobbing
Got an ill mind but I'm not Hopsin
I'm
yapping son
So when you see me, uh-oh, little faggot run
I got way too much that's going on in my life to have to deal with these bitch haters
I'll fuck
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