Hopsin - Lunch Time Cypher lyrics

[Intro:] Yo man Let's take this sh** back to f**ing high school lunch time cyphers When mother f**ers was beat boxing And kicking ill a** flows in the f**ing cafeteria f** all that Hollywood sh**! Best f**ing rap, man Yo, check it! Hook: 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 your write up Now who the f** I gotta snatch the mic from? I spend a long time trying to build the buzz Hop is in the building, cause step to me a bonus battlefield, sponsored links You know I will erupt! Didn't change, I'm still a nut The girls seen my sk**s are up So I be getting head every single night like a pillow does When a n***a be flow bashing You know I be keeping it old fashioned My compa**ion is so tragic on instrumentals when I toe jag it Throw dirt on me? Then guard your face and stomach Cause I'm swinging on you like ya a** cheeks had a rope hanging 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 When' I put myself in strange predicaments They labeled this as sick The doctor says to take some ' Man, I'm a lunatic, rocking a crucifix I'll .. on any chick I feel who got the cutest tits I'm wanted, fugitive, robbing yo whip to cruise in it See, I'm the only kid on Elm Street that Freddy Krueger skipped. Pants sagging 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 yelling 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 Hopsilut 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 talking sh** inside yo house? Cool! Fine! f** it! I'll break in and stomp you out inside of it Ain't trying to be ya friend I'll knock you out and when you wake up I'll just be standing there with a mischievous grin Like, 'huh, 2e 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 lurking has got chills! Why these n***as acting like they certainly pop steels When only time they carry heat is serving the hot meal? Since I was young and on the mission to make dough Put all my n***as on like the sh** was a slay bone So tell me why your song sound like skittles and rainbow That's a deal, give away, you love and listen the rainbow! 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 pay growth, I don't kick in with lame folks Simple and plain, oh, you go and remember my name, hoe! Hook: 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 your write up Now who the f** I gotta snatch the mic from?