Hopsin - Sag My Pants lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, Hopsin, funk volume Come on, keep sleepin' on me Hollywood a** rappers, b**h a** females Huh, That's enough to make a n***a flip [Verse 1] I erupt like a bomb, so give up the baton I'll slap you after bustin' a f**in' nut in my palm Why you muggin' me like something was wrong? Just take a puff of the bong And let me leave your mind corrupt from the song See you can't stop me, cuz I'mma brainwash teens And create false dreams cuz it pays off clean I'm just an idiotic, ironic, symbolic, Illuminati product That's gonna be k**ed if I talk about it (shhh) This industry business is all screwed up I have no favorite rappers because all you s**! I sever the weakest n***as who not on my pedigree Cuz on a tombstone is as hard as their name will ever be I'm judged by my wild image a lot And everybody seems to think I have a sinister plot I do! Be offended by every sentence I jot I got some militant thoughts, and you ain't k**in' 'em off! So listen [Hook] I sag my pants until my a** shows I even slap hoes (b**h) Yeah, I'm an a**hole Yeah, yeah And your parents hate me 'cuz I love you (So?) Tell 'em I said "f** you!" Yeah I said "f** You!" Yeah, yeah [Verse 2] I snuck in Drake's house when he was alone inside You can say I have a bogus mind I dimmed the lights down and closed the blinds Around his neck is where my rope was tied I yanked on it 'till it broke his spine (Yeah!) Lately I been f**ing pissed off (Why?) 'Cuz everybody sayin' Lil Wayne spits raw I'll start a big brawl, and slam his a** into a brick wall And have a fat n***a sit on him, Rick Ross (Boss!) I don't play with this rap sh** I got no life, I stay in the attic f** a rap career, I'm waiting to smash it Soulja Boy yougot a corny flow So you can s** my f**ing dick through a glory hole I'm just being me, what you tryna hate for? All you n***as is faker than Lupe Fiasco claiming he skateboards Yeah right, that n***a can't even ollie Push him away on the dolly, not even Satan can stop me! What? [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm probably the sickest motherf**er who don't get recognized Eazy-E's wife's life somewhere now jeopardized She signed me and I was set aside For like 3 and a half years, I don't think I remember why I'm f**ing dope and this is my reward? That's wacker than the 500 dollars you signed me for! Eazy's dead now, yeah the label's finally yours Too bad he never knew that you were just a grimy who*e! You can't maintain what Eric built I know he's in his grave turning like a ferris wheel Don't think you cool just cuz you inherit mills b**h bare the sk**s I'm Hopsin, I spit sh** so unfair and real I got some deep, dark issues within All because you lied and tried to pretend you a friend f** Ruthless! b**h, I'll never lend you a hand! And I'mma make sure nobody ever sign with you again! You know why? [Hook]