Hopsin - Underground Hits (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Hopsin] Yo, it's Rugged Man and Hop, we never get handed props We keeping it dope and underground as the planet watch If you want some bullsh**, we spitting lyrics, then dammit stop Talking like you the hardest artist and you can't get knocked So keep thinking that, take this track and play it back Just to remind you that everything you f**ing say is wack But don't get mad and start cussing at us Cause we just finally fixed the sh** cause you was f**ing it up Yo, I'm sick of the game and everything it deals with Yo, R.A. come over and bring the k** switch Our brains are real sick, insane and filled with A gang of ill sh**, we can't be k**ed, b**h Who want it with us? We never tow and get up Don't try to step up cause I promise that you'll only get bucked Emcees are scared running as we slowly erupt We was born for this, yo, it's time to bring the chorus in [Verse 2: RA The Rugged Man] Yo, I'll put my dick out and I'll pee on your property Being a mockery, I'm abusive cheating never believing in monogamy Mediocrity, pockets full of singles at the strip club, cash dropping No cla** a** riding, I'm heinous, atrocious, repulsive, I'm past shocking Rappers is speaking with no heart, don't start It don't matter, I can slay you to Bach, Bethoven or Amadeus Mozart At the dinner table cursing wiping cum on your curtain I'm a poverty pirate, a poor penny pitching pitiful person I'm from the 80's where we were skeezing and pleasing the skeezers Thieving and popping then Shooting and robbing And boosting and stealing your sneakers Won't be in Forbes mag on no Forbes listes But my life is parties and gambling Hookers, who*e houses and p**n b**hes Hotel orgies with groupies, we rock stars, heart throbs On the roof throwing cinder blocks from the hoods at cop cars I'mma disrespect you to pigs, you was squeeling too, they didn't protect you Living and learning and losing listening to the lecture Hitting it and giving it extras Snatch your prom date, rip the c*nt hole I'm the bully, get your lunch stole House parties, stick my balls in the punchbowl Come on, sing it [Verse 3: Jarren Benton] Yeah The f**in' summer of son of Sam, rappers getting body slammed Do a drive-by on you n***as with Pac's hologram Bada-Boom, Bada Bing, big [?] and [?] And I don't like you n******gs like Paula Deen, mister Benton Whip a lake and cutting in and bumping It Was Written n***as, b**hes, sh**s and getters, doc, I need a new prescription Yeah, this for my n***as that's going through hell Lately I'm f**ing paranoid cause sh**'s going too well Depression made me go and take my life away f**ing loser, Mama should have stuck me in that microwave Wrestle my left arm, like "Jarren put that knife away" You lucky b**h, I'm holding myself back, you could die today This is hip hop, f** off, get rocks I murder rappers with Rugged man, organs get zip-locked Nerds that you f**ing jerk off, n***as bout to get murked off f**ing rappers disgust me, like Rick Ross, with his shirt off!