Hopsin - Be My Friend/High School Dropout lyrics

[Verse 1] I never had a lot of hope I looked above and God had spoke And said I'm only here because my daddy's f**in' condom broke Did I ever go to college? (Nope) And even got no job for dough I'm looked upon like I'm a joke Cuz this the sh** that I promote The Ill Mind Of Hopsin! Where real life's an option! The ill lines that I spit make you realize you're not sick! Science at its finest tell Bill Nye to watch it Now turn this sh** the f** up till you feel high and nauseous You fake thug rappers be frontin' like you was born with Glocks But only time you ever bang is when the door is locked n***a with attitude just without the S curl I break rappers like promises with my ex girl I'm kinda strange And I been this way since a young age The biggest book I've read was less than one page I've always had slump grades Never use a condom like I want AIDS A nutcase, I'll smash your f**in' dreams like a pugs face [Hook] I'm a high school drop out Still living at my moms house (My moms house) (Oh yeah!) I talk sh** and get knocked out My life s**s and I'm not proud Ohhh do you wanna be my friend I would love to be your friend Come on then Do you wanna be my friend I would love to be your friend Come on then [Verse 2] My life's lame, I gotta pay money to f** a who*e I couldn't pull a damn anorexic b**h in a tug of war I'm sick of big headed n***as feeling above the lord Somebody please give Soulja Boy the "You s**" award! Out of all the styles you just had to pick the wack sh** Hopsin won't attack you if you practice You f*ggot little ba*tard I never would have imagined this would happen I should f**in' power drive your a** into a cactus Yo, the game's mine, go rule you own I got a foolish zone I'm a schitzo who carpools alone Relax this is the music that I make for maniacs Who can't adapt with the rest, now watch the chain react The worlds cold, open your mouth and let me come inside I diss the f** outta rappers its cuz I wanna die I never face my problems sh** I always run from mine I f**ed my life up, now I'm tryin' to give your son a try [Hook:] [Verse 3] Yo, I come from a land where the kids fail It's a sick hell So if you're frightened by my lyrics and looks b**h yell Brainwashed, by Slim Shady and D12 Crooked, Ludacris, Missy Elliot, Big L Well, y'all know Hopsin, but let me explain who Marcus is I make inspiration for music for the retarded kids Who suffer from Parkinson's Whose bodies have parts missin' Cuz in Special Ed you really don't know how hard it is You know I've always been a know-it-all I thought that when I'd grow up tall I'd get p**y and not be using blow up dolls I want more hoes I can't control my hormones I'm always watchin' p**nos in the bedroom with my door closed Whoa! Hey Hopsin! Stop with the mental hacker games You've already brainwashed our son, Alexander James He's only half your age, and now he masturbates His whole perspective on the things that really matter changed [Hook]