[Intro: Hopsin]
Yo man
Let's take this sh** back to f**in' high school lunch time cyphers
When mother f**ers was beat boxin'
And kickin' ill a** flows in the f**in' cafeteria
f** all that Hollywood sh**!
Let's f**ing rap, man
[Hook: Hopsin]
Yo, check it
This that high school lunch time cypher
I might just step in this b**h and f** ya life up
I hope the principal doesn't come and give me a write up
Now who the f** I gotta snatch the mic from?
[Verse 1: Hopsin]
I spent a long time tryna build a buzz
Hop is in the building, cuz
Step to me up on this battlefield, you know I will erupt
Didn't change, I'm still a nut
The girlies see my sk**s are up
So I be gettin' head every single night like a pillow does
When a n***a be flow bashin'
You know I be keepin it old fashioned
My compa**ion is so tragic on instrumentals when I toe tag it
Throw dirt on me? Then guard your face and stomach
Cause I'm swinging on you like ya a** cheeks had a rope hangin' from it
I'm out my mind, I can't configure it
I'm way too n******gish
I tried to read the Bible but I'm straight illiterate
With anger temperaments
I put myself in strange predicaments
They labeled this as sick
The doctor says to take some Ritalin
Man, I'm a lunatic,rockin' a crucifix
I'll mack on any chick I feel who got the cutest tits
I'm wanted, fugitive,robbin' yo whip to cruise in it
See, I'm the only kid on Elm Street that Freddy Krueger skipped
Pants saggin' cause they too loose to fit,I'm torturous
Grab a hammer and nail for your front door and board it shut
I stare deep in ya eyes, rip out your soul and absorb it up
And have Biggie Smalls yellin' out "call the coroner!"
My groupies stay horny
They always call to say "Hopsin can you fly me out to Cali?
Please pay for me"
I make that p**y pop for you like you skateboarding
Then you can come inside like a hurricane warning
I got a lot of s*uts, I like to call it Hopsin luck
But now I feel like having s** with these b**hes is not enough
I needed something new for moments when I gotta bust
So lately I've been beating my dick with a pair of boxing gloves
I got the maddest rhymes, how dare yo a** deny
I'll stab you in the brain with a knife
You can keep that in mind
You talkin' sh** inside yo house, cool, fine, f** it
I'll break in and stomp you out inside of it
Ain't tryna be ya friend
I'll knock you out and when you wake up
I'll just be standing there with a mischievous grin
Like"Ha, we meet again"
I'll puncture yo skin with a crack fiend's syringe
And drill your nut sack to the seat you're in
You want props? You don't deserve it, you're not ill
I won't stop 'til every rapper lurkin' has got chills
Why these n***as actin' like they certainly pop steel
When only time they carry heat is serving a hot meal
Since I was young, been on a mission to make dough
And put all my n***as on like this sh** was a slave boat
So tell me why your songs sound like skittles and rainbows?
That's a dead giveaway you love to listen to Wayne bro
I'm sick and deranged when I'm spitting this strange flow
Stuck my dick in the game, that's the business I came for
Witness my pain grow, I don't kick it with lame folks
Simple and plain though, you gon remember my name ho, ha!
[Hook: Hopsin & Pa**ionate MC]
[Verse 2: Pa**ionate MC]
I'll snatch it from anyone when I dance with Satan
And detach more wigs than every female cancer patient that ever cared for a transformation
With a (diss joint | disjoint) sweeter than a diabetic amputation
When I split n***as, clipped quicker than big pictures
Heads get bodied with a single line like a stick figure
Cause my words are wild, and when I write
They can't wait for the sentence like family victims of a murder trial
Openly flow potently
Tighter than the choke-hold needed to put the Incredible Hulk to sleep
Tighter than the boatload of soldiers that stormed Normandy
Tighter than the hairy twat with the Virgin Mary's ovaries
They choke up like their throats cut when I show up
To keep the competition (win-free | Winfrey) like Oprah
Cause when I work with Hopsin, everybody who's hip
Is getting (k**ed | kilt) like a skirt from Scotland
Then I'll co*k-back quicker than mouse traps
And stare as they pull (outta here | out a hare) like magicians tricking with Top hats
I got foreign objects
That'll get you (capped in America | Captain America) like Marvel Comics
With a strap like star guitarists
When this lead of mine see ahead in time like Nostradamus
Or swift jabs that swing left like crip flags
Will be the reason you break (next | necks) like whiplash!
So who the f** wants war with this?
Distorted thoughts morphed this author to Spartacus
When he balls his fists around the swords he lifts with the force of a horses kick
Multiplied by the reason why god exists, and makes Thor his b**h!
Horror flick like imagery, organs everywhere..
You would swear I was orchestrating a Symphony!
It's pa**ion, the force within him will cause the critics to look-n' drop dead like gorgeous women, hah!
[Hook: Hopsin & G-Mo Skee]
[Verse 3: G-Mo Skee]
Don't get this sh** confused
You're not a person you're delicious food
No matter your race, birthplace, or religious views
All you n***as getting chewed
I eat a rapper, fitted cap first and then I spit out his tennis shoes
Missing screws in my top, I don't have the patience
I grab the chop and leave you n***as eradicated
I never let the doctor give me shots I'm unvaccinated
And I got small pox you can have a blanket
Get a**a**inated and left with broken bones
If you gotta travel through the woods don't go alone
I'm f**ing b**hes in a mobile home
Like a mutated n***a from the hills have eyes with no Trojan on
This is paranormal activity with a dagger
I got paranormal tendencies y'all just a pair of normal rappers
So why you talking like you not defenseless?
I punch you ten times in the mouth
And have your p**y a**es hoppin fences
I got suspended for a few weeks in the 8th grade
When the principal caught me on the street tryna spray paint
I bought a dozen eggs from Safeway
And threw them at the muthaf**as house on the same day
You can get it the same way
I'm making b**h n***as walk the plank
In crocodile infested water mixed with toxic waste
Bury you alive with a camera strapped across your face
Then come back 2 weeks later and watch the tape
You cried like a b**h trying to make the coffin break
You died like a b**h instead of trying to concentrate
I'm here to depopulate on the red carpet with a sniper rifle
Taking out any n***a you nominate
So if you see me as soon as you turn the news on
Chances are I laid a n***a down like a futon
While you at work dealing with groceries and coupons
I got your b**h tossing my salad pa** the croutons
[Hook: Hopsin, Pa**ionate MC, & G-Mo Skee]
[Outro: Hopsin]
Yeah hah! Took it back to lunchtime on these muthaf**as son!
Yeah, yeah, yeah Funk Volume