Hopsin - AOL Shut Down lyrics

[Intro] Man, I don't know what the f** these dudes are tryna diss me and sh**, man They ain't even on my level and they ain't never going to be on my level I ain't even gotta try that hard, ya know what I'm saying They put their fullest into their disses and sh**, and I just f**ing wrote some sh** right now real quick, you know, it's that easy They will never be on my level, and I'm speaking the truth They know it, they might deny it, but they f**ing know it deep down inside Their mom and dad know it, their homies know it, my homies know it, we all f**ing know it. They ain't got one hit song, they mixtape all their sh**, my sh** is all original, my beats.. Just keep it real with this sh**, I ain't try to be like nobody else Yeah they say I try to be like Eminem, my n***as know what the f** I'm doing They never see nobody do that sh** before They're f**in' getting jealous, cause their sh** is just bullsh**, know what I'm saying? But for all you motherf**ers out there who thought Hopsin wasn't gonna make his comeback, man, what a comeback, I ain't never left! f** you language arts, Wicky Rosco, whatever the f** your name is, f** you Chops, and f** you Perez! LET'S GO! [Verse 1] So I sound like Eminem okay now go ahead and lie and say you didn't jock Soslay style Talkin all that sh** sayin I'm on the shelf listen to your a** b**h you describing yourself Man you wish you was me but y'all ain't like me, you out your mind Thinkin I'ma finna get ate by teens I'ma put you in your place too dissin me just ain't cool Rosco and Chops friends for life y'all some gay dudes y'all ain't no real recording artist with that wack rap I'm better then y'all and I'ma DIE! over that fact And i dont even know what hype these fools to push me the day they eat me it'll be the day I grew a p**y This sh** is mine and I'll never give the game up especially to a studio gangster from pennsylvania Last time that I just slanged he was filled with aches of pain Now he coming back a year later then just change his name what? to Rosco what? Is he fakin? I could've sworn that motherf**ing rap name was taken. Now what you doing man? It's supposed to be a secret plus nobody else noticed this so I'ma keep it Plus nobody knows that your sister is a freak b**h cuz I been talkin' to her myspaceing her every weekend She wanna fly down and deep throat me up to I be skeetin' thats all the b**h is good for so after that she'll be leaving The b**h is just a motherf**in' prostitute running up in your crib and havin' you tell my a** not to shoot And I'm a nice guy man I ain't gonna rape your mama dude I'ma put a gun to you and make you beat your mommas coot You done f**ed with the wrong f**ing guy this ain't just rapping this is real f**ing life b**h, and chop you think your stopping me cause listen to your sh** man fix your quality up Your mother f**ing vocals are just super loud I popped your diss in and it blew my subwoofer out Y'all think you slick with your hard on rap dissin' AOL rappers when you are the cats man all Your music is just a big old lie you based your rap career on whats happening online How many dame songs you hear me share about these motherf**ers: NONE! Cause I don't really care about these motherf**ers, I don't collaborate with none of y'all Cause actually you ain't worth enough to hop on a track with me y'all trying your hardest while I'm having fun with this sh** f** the chatrooms, the battles, man I'm done with this sh**