Marcus Hopson - Ill Mind of Hopsin lyrics

In high school, Marcus wasn't a helpful student He dropped out 'cause teachers would never help him through it And if I don't save this rap game who else would do it? This is my motherf**ing world, welcome to it If you thinking that Hop's whack, then you is hating And what the f** do my contacts have to do with Satan? I want a b**h with a bomb a** and some lubrication A loverboy, you see I'm that but I'm rude and blatant Now you listen here: I started a movement this year I will f** you up if you interfere You been a queer your whole f**ing life and I'll kick you into gear You trying to prove you a lunatic? Ooh, I'm oozing in fear! You on some sloppy-clown b**h sh**: I'll rip your head off Poke a stick through it, then beat the rest of your body down with it I start violence, cops come with the loud sirens Now I have to hop a barbed-wire fence They find me in the broke down car I had been hiding in Homicide is now the charge I'm against Walk up to the jail cell with the guard I am with He pushes me in and then the bar slides in This new age of rappers, all they wanna do is floss, why? Swearing they're the boss guy, thinking that they're all fly You, Lil' Wayne, Soulja Boy, this Asher Roth guy Normally I wouldn't mind, but this time, I've lost mine! Who the hell is he? The biggest hater that you'll ever meet White contacts, so you motherf**ers remember me Lyrics put together so cleverly, you will never be On my level, I chop all of you rappers to celery Fake thugs rap like: "I'll let the Glock spit at you Just got out the pen 'cause I move how real n***as move" No, don't lie, 'cause it hurts when you hear the truth You got out the pen and wrote a verse with it, didn't you? f** life, you can't tell me nothing I'll shove a knife in your back and leave it poking out through your belly-bu*ton Sir, your daughter wasn't that reluctant You see this 8-inch dick bulging out of my pants? Well, she s**ed it I went to Wal-Mart with a Visa card, bought your wife a leotard And made her try it on to get my penis hard I'm pissed enough, I can never find a b**h to f** I beat my dick a lot, that's why only my right wrist is buff I go dumb off of two packs of Now and Laters Then fight n***as like I was the black Power Ranger Head to the lake then wrestle a couple alligators Then run through the woods bu*t-naked; so what, pal? It's nature Why the f** would I collab witchu? Yeah you're good friends with Marcus but Hopsin don't wanna rap witchu! You're full of sh** like some a**-tissue And you're a b**h when you go to studios you bring your dad with you No! Unacceptable, now watch me wreck a flow n***as be hating 'cause I'm balling just like my testicles Word is bond, the way I'm on this mic and serving bombs I might as well have an Osama bin Laden turban on