Funk Volume 2013 lyrics - Hopsin (feat. Dizzy Wright, SwiZzZ, Jarren Benton & DJ Hoppa)

[Hook: Hopsin]

Finna' throw the whole game outta focus

Beat it in the head cause the flow sick, FV

Finna' throw the whole game out focus

Beat it in the head cause the flow sick

Let 'em know

But we'll never fade away, we just keep on moving

We ain't afraid of bitch niggas talking slick

Act up and you could get it

So sit down and pay attention nigga

[Verse 1: SwizZz]

(Z-Z-Z)

I ain't in the building I'm base jumping off of it

It's SwizZzle (BITCH), time to take my balls out your esophagus

I took a break and became the topic of all the gossip and

Dummies taking shots and get mad because I dont acknowledge them, yup

Started in 08 and still ain't fuckin' dropped an album

Circumstances have set me back and I'm buzzin' without one

But see that's the hype man in the back

But I'm the founder of this shit and now look where it's at, huh

I'll let you have it like I'm generous, nigga

Shit, my existence alone is such a benefit nigga

Rewind the clock a couple years, I'm still ahead of you niggas

It's 2013, I'm making beds for you niggas

Sleep soundly, three Z's ho

I'm in the booth lettin' it spill, BP flow

Punch lines knock them out like D-Bo

You niggas ain't ready to stop me from runnin' it; Tim Tebow (Oh, boy!)

[Hook: Hopsin]

(2013, my existence alone, it's such a benefit nigga)

[Verse 2: Dizzy Wright]

(Uh-uh)

Yo, greatly awakened, I'm coming straight out of Vegas

But 'side from taking over we planning assassinations

The craft I'm taking, I'm poetry in the matrix

We know the industry fake and we slowly about to break it

See they embrace it cause Hop was just in his basement

He secretly hired killers that's killing collaborations

2012 I took this shit back to the roots

Shit back, with your bitch ass, you can get trapped, in a booth (uh)

Hardest out, I'm hardly out but talk about stoner out the group

My home smell like Bob Marley's house

I found it out and you can count me out

These rappers weak, y'all lyrics drier than cottonmouth

The problem child and you surprised that I'm next

Nigga said he going global and I swear that I ain't lied to you yet

Labels calling cause they tryna invest

It's 2013 and the first thing they ask is "we signing a check?"

Nah

[Hook: Hopsin]

(We know the industry fake, we slowly about to break it)

[Verse 3: Jarren Benton]

Hello y'all it's the bully, in a Trayvon Martin hoodie,

And a bunch of gynecology tools to operate on you pussies

Ain't no killer but please don't push me

The day you fags belittle me

Is the day that Hopsin joins a group with Soulja Boy and Lil B

I'm with Zyzz they call me a sick cunt

I'm hungry and I just missed lunch

Fuck a FV 2013 song, Dame the world ends this month

I'm crazy as Big Pun on a fifth of rum storm in the house

Pissed cause his wife hid all his sharp knives and his gun

I kill a nigga for Hop, SwizZzle, Dizzy and Dame

Or Hoppa, this ain't a label bitch, this is a gang

SIKE, let me not say that, all the fans will be like

"HOP! You're a hypocrite, Why'd you sign Jarren, he's ignorant!"

I ain't going nowhere, get used to me

FV ain't what it used to be

Cause we making moves, about to hit the top

Shining just like jewelery

Yeah, fuck you haters who ain't with it

And you labels that shit it, homie

We did it independent bitch

[Hook: Hopsin]

(This ain't a label bitch, this is a gang

We did it independent bitch)

[Verse 4: Hopsin]

Yo, this was something that you couldn't prevent

I threw my fucking life away to get my foot in this bitch

I see some dedicated haters and they looking to diss

I know the fucking solution and ass-whooping is it

I got the industry all shooken and stiff

Since I ain't launder my soul you know it's something that they wouldn't admit

I made a change and the devil said I shouldn't commit

But the lifestyle he offers ain't as good as it gets

Man I ain't just another rapper on the list, mackin' on the chicks

Doing big collabs every track tone they hit

I'm the captain of this ship, plus I'm back up on my shit

Take a note of it and stick it to a magnet on your fridge

So your asses don't forget that my purpose is astronomic

I enlighten those who hurting and lacking knowledge

The burden is bad the pocket I'm certain I had to stop it

The fire is burning but I'm emerging through ashes fallen

My image made all you folks doubt

But I made it through the vicious cold drought

Now all you niggas get to see my flow sprout

Sorry mama but I gotta roll now

I done made some cheese, now I can finally afford my own house

I see niggas speaking on shit that they don't know about

I excel in places they failed so they think I sold out

But this is what the fame does, we came up, and made our name buzz

Now they mad cause they ain't us

[Hook: Hopsin]

Have You Seen Me lyrics - Hopsin

Today is Thursday, November 7, 2013, and I'm fed up with doing all this business, Hopsin, Knock Madness shit man, fuck this rap game

I swear to God I'm feeling so sick (so sick),

It's like I don't know where my home is (home is),

Nigga gone you can see it in my eyes

I ain't even got the strength to fucking cry

So tell me if you can find me, Where'd I go?

Have you seen me? I don't know

See I, used to think my money would bring me happiness,

Now I can't believe this is happening, (where'd I go?)

A nigga feel gone, lost, ain't got no purpose, spent a year locked in churches,

Trying to jot the verses but I'm stuck with these rotten curses.

Every time I rap you can hear the pain burn through,

Because I never had a real family to turn to,

I got shit on my nerves, to give me the urge, to tell curse words,

But I'm really trying to learn to, Keep it all under control,

But I can't because I'm stuck in a hole, the devil trying to fuck with my soul, making me a slave to the game,

Taking away my joys and handing me a bucket of gold. (No!)

I don't want it no more, take these groupies I ain't fucking your whore,

Imagine the feeling when your stomach don't roar,

I wake up every morning and a rugged cold war,

(Fuck my life!) Fuck am I doing man?

"Hopsin you're the man, I love all your songs, I'm like a really big fan".

Issues occurred started back in high school when I used to get beat on,

Now I hide myself with contacts and the fame's a drug I O-D on

I swear to God I'm feeling so sick (so sick),

It's like I don't know where my home is (home is),

Nigga gone you can see it in my eyes

I ain't even got the strength to fucking cry

So tell me if you can find me, Where'd I go?

Have you seen me? I don't know

See I, used to think my money would bring me happiness,

Now I can't believe this is happening, (where'd I go?)

This is not on my album, I just made it today cause' I just needed to vent, and talk, sitting in this fucking basement, you're driving me crazy, (uhhh) I'm weird now, I can honestly say that I'm fucking weird, I have changed, but I didn't go hollywood,

I don't know what the hell I-, I don't know.

Hell's Carol lyrics - Hopsin

Bitch I am on ten, this ain't no

Game I'm not your fan

You should know, Hop's back in here

Stay packin' heat, you runnin' shit, not actually

These niggas can't pull off

What I do up in this booth

I am too rude when I intrude on you don't

Act like you never knew homie, I

Stay close to my lab tryna get

Here, 'til I get near your coffin

Fear in it's worst form

When I'm destroying you, I'm warning you

Murder!

Straight out the insane asylum

What the fuck am I? Just think about it, can't define it

Say goodbye to any nigga you was vibin' with

I fucking hate the climate

I've been on your trail like an invasive pirate make you rise

Y'all can never slay Goliath

I've been taking rappers and creating diets

Now they on the 'Gram tryna' make it private

Hoping I don't put them in a bad position

They've been prayin' I don't ever catch 'em slippin' (Haha!)

You could build a buzz rappin' sick shit

But you better not come around me I can differ (Bitch!)

I've been lost on the path of sinnin'

I just hope the Lord's gonna have forgiveness (Sorry)

Keep your mind out my bag of business

Else me and you gon' have a bad collision (Oh no!)

Ain't giving a fuck

Adrenaline rush (Low-pro!)

When hitting 'em up

You niggas are lunch (For sure!)

A cynical nut, I'm finna get buck (Hoes know!)

They feelin' in love, my menacing touch

I have 'em flyin' overseas, cryin' over me

I am openly a cunt to 'em

See if I enroll the D I am gon' unleash a giant load of cream on to 'em

Look, I ain't a typical nigga you dealin' with

This shit is finna get rowdy I swear to God it is a must (Yeah, yeah)

I've been a militant minor degenerate ever since I was a

Little kid playing and kicking the mud (Yeah, yeah)

I'm a phenomenon no telling who I'ma bomb when I hop on a song

I'ma lose it, it's written in blood (Yeah, yeah)

Honestly I done got everything I ever wanted

But is it enough? (Is it enough?)

You're mad 'cause your fans ain't as loyal

Dropping classics again

Wrecking on you, damn it, man

Get the body bag there is too much madness at hand weightin' on you

K.O.-in' niggas with the blow

Suck my dick under the mistletoe

Don't forget the balls, lick 'em both

This is Sicko Mode, level Travis isn't getting on because

Bitch I am on ten, this ain't no

Game I'm not your fan

You should know, Hop's back in here

Stay packin' heat, you runnin' shit, not actually

These niggas can't pull off

What I do up in this booth

I am too rude when I intrude on you don't

Act like you never knew homie, I

Stay close to my lab tryna get

Here, 'til I get near your coffin

Fear in it's worst form

When I'm destroying you, I'm warning you

Hop Madness lyrics - Hopsin

[Intro]

Journey into my world, yeah

But don’t ride my dick, ooh

Welcome to Hop Madness

Don’t ride my dick

Welcome to Hop Madness

Don’t ride my dick

[Verse 1]

I’m the undeniably hot nigga who’s making hip hop illa

Your spot filla, I smash rappers out and got sicka

Hopzilla, I’m like a mischievous prop getter

I’ma probably get popped by Biggie and Pacs killers

Look as my pocks fill up, now I’m a twat drilla

I remember the day when bitches would not

Pick up the phone when I would call them not hoes

Now not a problem I rose up from the bottom

"Hey bro, you’re fucking awesome!"

But I ain’t here to brag about a new Porsche with two doors

You had a killin’, now I’m ‘bout to bring a few more

It’s time you feel my true force, from Cali straight to New York

And y’all gon’ kiss my ass like you tried to make me do yours

Bitch, you wanna act a beef? Think before attacking me

Know that I’m quick to get out of line like I have to pee

It’s obvious that I got your heart thumping

I may look like a fucking idiot but I promise I’m far from it

[Hook]

A year ago I wasn’t all that

Now all off a sudden all these bitches on my ballsack

Am I your best friend? Heck no

You can be a fan of all of my songs, nigga, just don’t

Ride my dick, no, don’t ride my dick

Yes, don’t ride my dick, no, don’t ride my dick

[Verse 2]

Check me out

I talk shit and whip beats I’m a true MC

Only one who tells me what to do is me

Take a close look at FV and what it grew to be

Hoppa, Dizzy, me and three Z has made the group complete

My shit is past basic, in my eyes I feel I have made it

Came a long way from my mom and dad’s basement

When I do shows now the women strip me half naked

My motherfucking bad language got my ass famous

Now labels thinking about signing me (yes)

MTV has got they eye on me (yes)

Skubbedy dubbedy wow, this is irony

Still ain’t giving a fuck

So if I hurt your feelings tell it to your diary

Nigga, I’m so beast, rhyming over cold beats

Finally shining without the diamonds and gold teeth

The higher in power trying to bring fire in on me

So I keep my guards up, when I’m tired I don’t sleep

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I noticed a whole lot of niggas who wonder why I keep dissin’

I ain’t trippin’, just listen, I’m on a discrete mission

Rappers speaking on drugs, money and deceive women

For a check, while they balls grillin’

Sittin’ in their seat spinnin’

That’s like the foulest crime

Somewhere down the line I was bound to rise

To make a difference, and now it’s time

I know you rappers is about a dime

But it’s up to me to live the corrupted minds I’m surrounded by

I ain’t the nigga you go outshine

Truth is, you’re only going in when I’m coming outside

Fuck your role, turn it down, mine

When you greet me get on your knees and open your mouth wide

For the record I ain’t the type to share

If you a rapper taking my image, a war is what I might declare

Just cause I’m buzzing off the white contacts

Don’t mean you should take your ass to hot topic to buy a pair

[Hook]

I Don't Want It lyrics - Hopsin

This'll prolly be the last song that I come out with for a while

I'm sorry to all my fans

I always think of Robin Williams, someone we loved and who we saw appealing

He made us all laugh as adults and children

Shit, all the millions that he had, I wonder what were his thoughts and feelings five minutes before the belt that cut his breath off and killed him

Prolly something like my thoughts now

What goes up has gotta fall down

I guess I'll pour it all out 'cause right now, the reapers in the room visiting

So if I do leave, at least you'll know why I did it then

It started way back then when I was a kid at first

Niggas bullied me when they saw that I was an introvert

I was never cool, had no friends, no chicks would flirt

Every school year it's like all my issues were getting worse

My whole life they was calling me corny; stupid

I never had a dad who was there to mentor me through it

Skateboarding was my escape, it wasn't just for amusement

My issues kept reoccurring so I would resort to music

I'd vent about the burdens that were sitting in my heart

I'd vent about the way I fell from swimming with the sharks

My mom was always working, so our bond was stripped and ripped apart

Ain't no fucking family memories, ain't no pictures at the park

Then I thought, "The world is about to see Hell come

And I'ma live the good life everyone else wants"

And in that moment my tears dried and I felt numb

Then years later I blew up, the mission was well done

I don't want it no more

I don't want it no more

No more (No, no, no, no, no, no)

I don't want it no more (No, no, no, no, no, no)

I don't want it no more

No more

I don't want it no more (No more)

I don't want it no more (No more)

No more (No more) (No, no, no, no, no, no)

I don't want it no more (No more) (No, no, no, no, no, no)

I don't want it no more (No more)

No more (No more)

Finally I was famous, people kissing my ass

I knew that I was only here 'cause it's revenge from my past (It's crazy)

Went from a loser in school who got the worst grades

To being praised for all my verses when I dispersed rage

I copped a whip, moved out the ghetto like, "Bye, haters"

Bought a brand new house with a bunch of white neighbors

Everyone started calling wanting like five favors

And guess what? All of it dealt with spending my paper

And I was nice, I'd give 'em cash, I'd show sympathy

I gave him some, him, and her, I'm just lending cheese

Now I'm just looked at like an ATM machine

If I don't give my friends my money, shit, I'm the enemy

I had about a million new best friends that I just met

Some were plotting to build me a death bed

All because they kept on putting whack songs out that no one's impressed with

So out of jealousy they'd diss me, you fucking guessed it (Ha)

At least I had my squad; Jarren, Dizzy, Hoppa, SwizZz

I knew we'd stick together, stuck in this chaotic biz

We had it all figured out and had a lot to give

It was Funk Volume for life, who want a problem, bitch?

Then all the sudden, out of nowhere we parted ways

2016 – those were some of my darkest days

Ask us all, "Whose fault was it?" Ain't hard to say

But it was due to money and all of our bonds had started to fade

Months later, my girl told me she's pregnant

This was something I never expected

Her and I weren't on good terms at the time, man, it was hectic

And I was scared if she kept this baby I might regret it

Mainly because her and I had a fucking toxic relationship

Last thing we need is a fucking toddler to raise in it

Having a baby is great, but not as amazing when you got two parents who always fighting, hollering, breaking shit

Present day, all my people are gone

No real friends, just leeches around eating the crumbs

No family bonds, no FV, can't be with my son

No fucking girlfriend, I swear I thought that she was the one

I feel alone and I struggle to get my fans what they want from me

I'm struggling to build this UP company

I'm begging on my fucking knees like, "God, please help me 'cause I can't fucking breathe

I'm tryna smile, but pain is cutting deep

Show me that I'm more than just a rapper

Show me that this life that I've been working on is meant to be more than just a disaster"

I hope this message I'm sending is floating up above

Instead of focusing on fame, I should've focused on the love

I don't want it no more

I don't want it no more

No more (No, no, no, no, no, no)

I don't want it no more (No, no, no, no, no, no)

I don't want it no more

No more

I don't want it no more (No more)

I don't want it no more (No more)

No more (No more) (No, no, no, no, no, no)

I don't want it no more (No more) (No, no, no, no, no, no)

I don't want it no more (No more)

No more (No more)

I gotta go find myself

I hope you all can understand

I Make The World Spin lyrics - Hopsin

[Verse 1]

Yo, White eyes, black tee

Ill rhymes, that’s me

Hollywood is now labeled as lame

But I’ve been on that raw shit since I came in the game

Fuck this! Rap niggas trying act like they punk rock

Tight jeans, Mohawks screaming “fuck cops”

Y’all should all get your fucking nuts chopped

You all look like you suck cock

Bust shots if you hate me

Yup that’ll fix the problem

Put me out there, leave it up to Mr. Goblin

To contribute to all the bull shits that’s dropping

So he can take his kids out Christmas shopping

Look at the niggas I am spitting circles around

Verbal profound lyrics make them hurdle the town

They washed up till they gurgle and drown

Their whole dynasty I’m burning it down

Funk Volume, you’ve heard of it now

[Chorus]

I kick the bitches out (and let the girls in)

You baby daddy shouts (you stole my girlfriend)

You see I’m on the prowl (I make the world spin round)

Welcome to the pain in my life (yeah baby)

[Verse 2]

Suicide, (huh?) trust I might

Tell them what my motto is “Fuck my life”

Don’t need alcohol to help me "cut my wife"

So much rage I could "crush my mic"

See I woke up on the wrong side of my bed

My brain works but the whole left side of it’s dead

There’s a little small gremlin inside of my head

And lately I’ve been feeling like I’ve been living life on the edge

But wait a minute, this ain’t a gimmick. I can’t pretend it

I’m a scream it loud to the world just incase that they forget it

Be careful of some of the knowledge that you take from critics

They tryin to execute a nigga but I stay committed

New topic, mind over matter

Never needed my arms to climb up a ladder

You whack niggas don’t ever show signs of a rapper

Is it getting to serious for you? Why, what’s the matter yo?

[Chorus]

I kick the bitches out (and let the girls in)

You baby daddy shouts (you stole my girlfriend)

You see I’m on the prowl (I make the world spin round)

Welcome to the pain in my life (yeah baby)

Yeah, the black man’s bad

There is no topic my raps can’t smash

The state of hip hop that can’t pass

It’s all full of shit like a fat man’s ass (eww)

Will y’all please just enough trust

In you mother fuckers to leave the rust of us stuck

I turn my head and now your messing stuff up

All that [autotune] Just shut the fuck up

(Damn) I’m rude and so wicked

I’ll make sure you never blow up like a balloon with a hole in it

I knock hustlers for a living

Got muscles for the women

Got puzzles for the cheering (Blaow)

Plus I got a sick deliver

That’ll have you niggas shivering

And stunned from bombs I drop lyrically

You can’t touch my shit

So I’m going to end it just like this

SUCK MY DICK

Ill Mind Of Hopsin lyrics - Hopsin

Who am I? Why am I even here, man?

Okay, let's take a trip through my mind and see what we find. Yeah. Okay. Yo.

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 motherfucking world, welcome to it

If you thinking that Hop's whack, then you is hating

And what the fuck do my contacts have to do with Satan?

I want a bitch with a bomb ass 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 fuck you up if you interfere

You been a queer your whole fucking 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 bitch shit: 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 would 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 motherfuckers 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 niggas 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?

Fuck life, you can't tell me nothing

I'll shove a knife in your back and leave it poking out through your belly-button

Sir, your daughter wasn't that reluctant

You see this 8-inch dick bulging out of my pants? Well, she sucked 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 bitch to fuck

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 niggas like I was the black Power Ranger

Head to the lake then wrestle a couple alligators

Then run through the woods butt-naked; so what, pal? It's nature

Why the fuck would I collab witchu?

Yeah, you're good friends with Marcus but Hopsin don't wanna rap witchu!

You're full of shit like some ass-tissue

And you're a bitch when you go to studios you bring your dad with you

No! Unacceptable, now watch me wreck a flow

Niggas 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

Ill Mind Of Hopsin 2 lyrics - Hopsin

Who am I? Why am I even here man?

Red or blue

Ok before you start something that's so daring like this and hard you wanna um make sure you have something good to eat

Ok so it's just a large pepperoni

Yeah

Your total's gonna be 15.35

So I got my delicious dominos pizza mmm

I'm gonna um shove this right there

I'm gonna have to heat the bottom up and just shove it through

So it can burn through and then it's gonna sit on this thing right here

Ok this is gonna get too crazy

Alright this went all wrong

This is what I'm doing now you know I'm just letting it burn at the bottom you know

Lettin' it sit there for a while I'm not gonna touch it

Ok now you're gonna get some water because it gets really dangerous

Fireballs are still dropping

There now we got a nice tripod not too low not too high

This is what it looks like so far ok

I'm about to break this little tripod and attach it to this rod

I'm gonna place this middle section right on there, fits on perfectly

This is what the full thing looks like

Busted up the shopping cart taking this red part off

Lets come down here real quick

Get that out, ahh now we gotta dolly somewhere

I still gotta lot of work to do I'm probably gonna add a seat to it or something

Tune in Ill mind of Hopsin

Lil bitch

Jesus man

Pull this thing out, push it back, and sit down

I bought a pole, so I can put the tripod in it

And I can still put the tripod in the back

There's two ways: in the front or the back

Depending on what your preference is or what type of shot it is

Sit down right there

You look through the lens

And yeah, this is the 360 view of it

Dolly is officially finished

I spray painted it and everything

But it's sick though

Started from a dream and I made it into reality

Goes to show that you can do whatever you put your mind to

This world is mine and I'm gonna show you guys that it is

No I shouldn't have said that never mind, forgive me

So when we need hard shots using our videos we resort to the volume mobile

Welcome to the pain in my life

Yeah baby

Ill Mind Of Hopsin 3 lyrics - Hopsin

They tell me that my vibe is too dark, my eyes are too harsh

That's all I ever hear when I rhyme a few bars

I kinda live a rapper's life, shit, minus two cars

And free girls to fuck

'Cause where I'm from the hynas do charge

My label hyped me up

And told me I had about twelve hits—they lied

'Cause when my fuckin' album dropped, I didn't sell shit

Well, bitch, you tried to fuck my life up? You nailed it!

'Cause you didn't promote my record

And I don't know who the hell did

You shoulda hired Tanner Guinn, yup, Hop is mad again

Just enough to leave your little skull frame hammered in

See, this is what happens when I take that little magic pen

And get to scribblin' psychotic lines worth some damagin'

I hate to tell you, but you are crazy

You were born as a retard baby

And when I come around, you start shaking

'Cause you're a bitch who dates hard ladies

With big beards who say, "Arr, matey!"

Yo, Pillow Man the alias Hopsin has been the signature

I'm far from similar to you niggas whose flow is minature

You'll be diminished for crossin' limits on my perimeter

I'm not a gimmick, I'm a committed, demented, sinister

It's Funk Volume, now what?

If you thinkin' that rap's officially dead, you haven't found us

We built the movement from the ground up, your sound sucks

Until now we let you slide, but you're now fucked

It's just reality, you posers done been wack

I hold it down like my boner in gym class

And fuck Wayne! Man, I'm doper than his ass

Him, Nicki, and Drake can get thrown over a cliff fast

You got cash? Big whoop-dee-fuckin'-doo!

If I had a knife right now, it would be stuck in you

Yo, you ain't gonna like this corner that you pushed me up into

'Cause all you rap about's how you beat the pussy up and ooze

Fuck your fast car, your cheap singin'

You keep sayin' the same shit, while T-Painin'

And we bangin' simply because it's all we hear

Man, look at all these queers

The shit is so watered-down I developed soggy ears

Kill me! Shit, I'm waitin' to die, bitches

I hate on all you rappers who made it, 'cause I didn't

And I admit it, man, I ain't gon' bullshit y'all

As long as you walkin' away sayin' that fool spits raw

Yo, I'm from the West, I throw up the W and I stay hot

But still ain't mentioned

With Nipsey Hu$$le, Glasses, or Jay Rock

What I gotta do, dig 'Pac up out of his grave spot

And wear his face as a mask to my next show to create props?

People always ask why do I sound mad

'Cause I ain't got a girlfriend with a round ass

And all my fuckin' dinners come in a brown bag

How sad! I need a crossroad to get found at

Most rappers be in a six-four

I prefer a big horse, lit torch, and a pitchfork

While you out late workin' your shift when the kids snore

I'm fuckin' your wife while the bitch snorts

Wearin' swim shorts

I got a message on Facebook from some lame guy

And he was like, "Hopsin, dude! I fucking HATE life!

I wanna rap, but I have stage fright, and I can barely write

And I never make music that the babes like!

And when I come home from school, I wait 'til late night

And bump your music really super-loud

And paint my face white

For real, bro, if you just help me, dude

I swear to God, I'll do anything you tell me to!"

Whoa, don't hit me up tryna suck my dick!

'Cause I'm a guy, and I would rather fuck five chicks

With some plump nice tits and the butt size thick

So I can hit the G-spot that only tough guys hit

So if you hear a rumor that I rape mics, it's true

When I drop RAW, that will be the day I get sued

Damon Elliot, I might as well just say bye to you

Fuck the industry! Go out and get Haywire too!

Ill Mind Of Hopsin 4 lyrics - Hopsin

Check it, I used to be the goofy man you hounded

The Special Ed kid at lunchtime the bitches wouldn't stand around with

I would jack off so much back at my parents' house

And now my dick has a permanent imprint of my hand around it

Life was lame, I had to pay money to fuck a whore

I couldn't pull a damn anorexic bitch in a tug-o-war

But then I made enough money for me to fund a tour

Now the ladies show me the goodies under their wonderbra

I'm going door to door, with foreign swords

Causing more than war slaying rappers, commercial or horrorcore

So hold your head cause I'm a torture yours, leave them open sores

I promise you it'll be more than hard to ignore the gore

Hip hop's dead, and I'm the lucky savior

I'm kinda mad and I don't wanna pile up the anger

All these no-flow, gimmicky ass fired up behaviors

With wack beats and gap teeth like Tyler the Creator

Motherfucker, you not dope

So you tryna get some attention by cussing and eating a fucking cockroach?

And Goblin? You get no props on it

It sucks so much I get blowjobs from it

I been told you niggas, "I'm real! "

If you wack and no one's confronted you on your bullshit, then I will

Hate on me, but you can't deny skill

I crush all the momentum that you guys build with my eyes sealed

You faggots got me cussing

And only reason you probably buzzing

Is cause you slave as an Illuminati puppet

Y'all really on one, beat it, you're gone, done

You think real niggas feeling your shit? C'mon son!

I'm the illest and that's fo' shizzle

My flow sizzles, yo boy Hop go hard like some cold nipples

You niggas are making it so simple

My swag makes the ladies wave like fat stomachs with bone ripples

I know you niggas wish you could prevent it

Cause I get buck like my Kool Aid's got way too much sugar in it

You better run like I'm booger flicking

Homie I've been good at rapping, now I'm tryna get gooder with it

So I'm a just go beast, and bring that West coast heat

Cause I'll be damned if you flex on me

The radio is filled with garbage over techno beats

And all these songs about cash are what we just don't need

Yo, nobody care about how much money you stack

I murder everything I touch, buddy, move back

Got enough guts to sew trash and bust up your fluke act

And leave your fans saying, "How the fuck does he do that? "

My ranking is vicious, you thinking it isn't?

Come pay me a visit if you feel that you may be offended

Baby I'm wicked, crazy and sick and with the face of a nimwit

I'll be calling out names but I ain't taking attendance

Some bitch was like, "Hop, you got me crying

Cause you said I could call you while you out on tour

Shit and I be trying, I even text you, but you not replying

So when your new shit finally drop, that's one album I will not be buying

What, You're too Hollywood? And you don't even have two minutes?

Ever since you got your buzz, you don't know how bad you tripping

You went to that ho's house last night and you said that you didn't

I seen your pic on Facebook, the skank bitch done tagged you in it"

I got put on with the beasty flow

Now the sluts, they wanna bone when they see me, whoa!

So I must, I take 'em home, let the wee wee grow

Then I bust from different strokes like the TV show

See when I be coming through kicking it raw, niggas like, "Gee, he's dope"

If there's anyone throwing dirt at my name then you know he be toast

For all of you rappers that be bringing me drama, homie please be ghost

The only reason I'm being aggressive is cause we need hope

"Hopsin, I fucking love you, cause you supply the best rhymes

Since your flow is kinda strange, you should sign with Tech N9ne

You design erect lines, who am I to just lie?

Every single night I play your music right at bedtime

And usually I'm not into dark dick

I wanna do something freaky enough to win your heart with"

I say, "What you wanna do? " She say, "It's simple, Marcus

I wanna blow it before you put it in like a Nintendo cartridge"

Bitch, I'm hotter than a UV ray

Hotter than the thought of Nicki Minaj naked, making her booty shake

Hot enough to pull up to your show and steal your groupie date

Hot enough to melt the ice cream that's on Gucci's face

And now you having hot flashes

All the shit that you ever wanted in one MC, Hop has it

Don't rap if you do not practice

I cockblock wack shit, now get ready for Knock Madness

Ill Mind Of Hopsin 5 lyrics - Hopsin

Man, I hate rap, but if the shoe fits, wear it

I've become a freak of nature all the kids stare at

Who walk around bumpin' Raw with the shit blarin'

Saying "Fuck school!" and droppin' out like a miscarriage

I'm embarrassed and I'm ashamed

I played a part in this devilish game

Makin' your common sense perish

But I ain't takin' the full blame, 'cause most of you chumps runnin' around here

Ain't never had strict parents

All of your brain cells rottin' from weed

You feelin' like if you ain't got it, life's not as complete

You havin' sex with every-motherfuckin'-body you see

With a past so dark that Satan'd jump out of his seat

But still you out in these streets, thinkin' you hot as can be

Without the knowledge to lead, so you just follow the sheep

Makin' sure your lame swag is all polished and clean

While your favorite rapper's like, "Yeah, he got it from me"

You been brainwashed by a fake life that you're used to livin'

When I say the word "fun," what do you envision?

Probably drinkin' and smokin' out with your crew and chillin'

With clueless women you tryin' to bang, bumpin' New Edition

Is that all you think life really is?

Well, if so, then you're a fuckin' idiot

I honestly feel like grabbing your head and hitting it

Matter of fact, you don't even deserve a brain - give me it

Do you even have any goals

Aside from baggin' these hoes and packin' a bowl?

Well, let me guess - no

You're only in school because your parents make you go

When all you do is play beer pong and hang out with the bros

Yo, society's got you livin' for a whack cause

You're a fuckin' adult with no skills at all

You don't read any books or play ball

You don't draw - you literally do nothing at all

Still you fiend for the glamorous fruits

You don't have, 'cause you idolize rappers that do

And all they say is, "I got money and it's stacked to the roof."

And now you think that it's gon' magically just happen to you?

How? Your lazy ass don't commit to labor

You pick somethin' up, try it out, and put it down two minutes later

Then you complain about your life 'cause it ain't gettin' catered

Now whoever tries to call you on your bullshit's a hater?

You wanna succeed, you have to try; or one day you'll get older

And regret it all 'cause you can't provide

Your friends are lowlives, don't act surprised

Look, just cut the bad fruit off of the tree, make the sacrifice

Girls, stop actin' like you want a guy

With traits like Romeo - bitch, that's a fuckin' lie

You always talk about how every man's fake and you can't take it

And you want somethin' real - shut up, tramp, save it

Twice a week you put on your makeup and damn bracelets

And head to the club half-naked with your ass shakin'

Pullin' a lowlife nigga who claim he cash-makin'

'Til you let him hit and find out he work at the gas station

One of them niggas got you pregnant and you can't raise it

But you caused it, your actions made a fat statement

You want Romeo, then act patient

And stop frontin' like he in the club posted in the back waitin'

It's the club, where guys put on a new persona

After they get loaded with a few Corona's

They always shoutin' and wild out

With habits that very few condone of

Then they look for beautiful brainless bitches like you to bone 'em

Then when they leave you, you cry and cry

Talkin' about, "Oh my god, I can't find a guy

I've spent so many years and I've tried and tried

Why am I even on Earth? I should die!"

You want Romeo, you're not worthy

You're cock-thirsty, you're nasty and probably got herpes

Sometimes the secret to finding is to stop searching

Try a new formula, 'cause your last one's not working

The term "real nigga" is publicly used

And I need to know what it means, 'cause I'm fuckin' confused

Are you one for always bustin' your tool

With nothin' to lose and somethin' to prove

To homies up in your crew?

Is it because you're sellin' drugs to get loot

And brag about how you done been shot and stabbed

Like it's fun to be you?

But your life's a struggle, right, and you just hustlin' through?

Nah, you hamster-ass nigga, you just stuck in a loop

Man, why do black people gotta be the only ones who can't evolve?

'Cause you in the streets actin' like a neanderthal

It's clear you can't stand the law

You're lost as an abandoned dog

And all you're interested in is fightin', rappin' and basketball

I can't even fuck with you

'Cause if we out in public, you gon' get caught stealin' some shit

And get my ass in trouble, too

You'll get old and be nothin'

Livin' life in these streets, thuggin'

And starting shit with anybody mean-muggin'

Look at you, a real nigga, thinkin' your life's cool

Girls used to turn me down for guys who were like you

'Til you grab their heart and shove a spearhead right through

Then they regret it because it wasn't the right move

Your "real nigga" talk seems bogus

A real nigga don't brag about being real as long as he knows it

And his future doesn't seem hopeless

A real nigga stays out of jail, handles shit and he keeps focused

To all you rappers whose soul is out in the wrong

You inspired the issue I wrote about in this song

You go to prowl on the young who roam around in the slums

See, this is what happens when rap's overcrowded with bums

Hope the hour is long when I'm rollin' out with your tongue

The man above is my guide, you know the power is strong

All you menacin' freaks are only in it for cheese

And the mass-control limit was breached - fuck hip-hop

They only in it for cheese, and any eyewitness can see

They purposely makin' the innocent weak

My existence on this planet's for you, I ain't only here to benefit me

Yo, we need to make a change while there's still time

It is hard, and sometimes I struggle tryin' to reveal mine

I can guide you if you feel blind

I just need you to be willin' to journey into my ill mind

Ill Mind Of Hopsin 8 lyrics - Hopsin

Nigga what the fuck? (what the fuck?)

Homie I made you rich, paid your rent (damn right)

Biting the hand that was feeding you

This shit don't make any sense

Nigga what the fuck? (what the fuck?)

You know this is that real shit

How you gon' forget who built this, huh?

I'm the one who made the company all the millions

Now you got problems to deal with

Man, this is tough luck, see a couple weeks ago we was buds

And the crew that was killing shit was us

Till you turned on me homie, that's fucked up

I ain't keeping this shit on the hush, hush

On my chest I just carry too much stuff

I done had it, enough is enough bruh

Plus I needed something to get my buzz up

You done fucked with the wrong dude

Ain't no telling what Hopsin is gon' do, creepin' up on you

Quit your sleeping, I told you

"This is a mutha'fuckin' journey we finna go through"

If I ain't have so much to lose

I swear to God I probably beat up and choke you

Nigga this that raw shit

That organic flow you probably see up in Whole Foods

Shiver me timbers, something's fishy 'bout you Mr. D Ritter

When I told you that I wanted new management

Why the fuck you throw a fit and seem bitter?

Why you catch an attitude whenever I question you

About all my fuckin' percentages?

I know why (why?), you've been bending it in your benefit Your honor, I'm innocent!

This nigga crazy, I'm telling all of my people (you tell 'em)

He taking all of my C-Notes (it's true)

See he has a gambling issue

He takes the cash and blows it all at casinos

Uh-oh, when I bring up my royalties

You start avoiding me, that's some disloyalty

You woke up the evil boy in me, your ass is poisoning

Tell me why you would destroy FV?

This was a fucking vision that I had created with your brother

But you too infatuated with the money

You killed it and ran it straight into the gutter

Now I think why'd I make D-A-M-E the boss?

You keep pissing a whole lot of people off

Our whole label came out with a weak result

You on that same bullshit Tomica brought

Nigga I don't know what you thought

You think I can’t see on the blood on the walls?

Blood on the walls, that ain't going down nigga

I don't know what you thought

I can clearly see the blood on the wall

Blood on the walls, that ain't going down nigga

Ain’t got time for your bullshit, everybody knows you be on it

Ain’t got time for your bullshit, everybody knows you be on it

Ain’t got time for your bullshit, everybody knows you be on it

Ain’t got time for your bullshit

Hold up, hold up

I got some more shit to say, yo

It’s supposed to be Funk Volume isn’t it?

Thought it was music, above all the business

But you just said fuck all you niggas

You tarnished the brand

And you started a Funk Volume Fitness?

Come on now really think

Got us portraying something we really ain’t

How we supposed to be ill

When you on our website with a Shakeweight

Tryna be Billy Blanks, nigga thanks

Fool ain’t nobody tryna lift weights

We just wanna hit up the studio and just rap and do shows

But you don’t understand the culture of hip-hop

You a lame ass nigga Dame, half the crew knows

New age Jerry Heller, a scary fella

I hate your fucking name, every letter

I’m very fed up, you acting like an ordinary heffa

I’ma take you to the mortuary dress-up

We gave you our trust then you had us cornered

You got us a shitty label deal with Warner

And if I confront you about it

You tell me I need counselling and I got a disorder

You sent me on tour and it’s horror

Shitty hotels, no sleep with no food to order

Meet and greets every single day, it’s torture

How you expecting an A1 performer?

Every time something’s wrong it’s the same thing

Blah-blah-blah-blah, you just blame me

Then you tell Brooklyn and Jammie

Now they both thinking I’m crazy

I deal with this on the daily

My career mentally rapes me

I won’t let this nigga break me

He praying Dizzy Wright is gon’ replace me, shady

What are your fucking motives Dame? Let’s talk about it

You’re our manager, our label-owner, our accountant

That’s kinda tricky, something is fishy, that’s risky

We just don’t even know

We go with the flow while you rowin’ the boat

You keeping us simple minded

Cause you knowin’ our only concern is just hopin’ we blow

So when all the money come in from our album and tours

You sit there and soak in the dough

When did we ever ask about the gross?

When did we ever ask about the net?

You would just hand us money from our shows

Cause you knew we wasn’t questioning the checks

Nigga I trusted you with my life

You upped your percentage so I’m making less?

Fuck you bitch, you get no respect

This is why Hop is coming for your neck (Bless)

All you care about is making money

You don’t care about a fucking soul though

You just fluctuate our dollars up and down at your convenience like a fucking pogo

You been screwin’ everybody on the label on the low

And they don’t even know though

So good luck Jarren, Dizzy, Hoppa, SwizZz, I’m going solo

Nigga I don't know what you thought

You think I can’t see on the blood on the walls?

Blood on the walls, that ain't going down nigga

I don't know what you thought

I can clearly see the blood on the walls

Blood on the wall, that ain't going down nigga

Ain’t got time for your bullshit, everybody knows you be on it

Ain’t got time for your bullshit, everybody knows you be on it

Ain’t got time for your bullshit, everybody knows you be on it

Ain’t got time for your bullshit, everybody knows you be on it

Change is one of the most difficult things that we face, but change is inevitable.

One reason we don’t like change is we get comfortable where we are.

We get used to our friends, our job, the place we live, and even if it’s not perfect we accept it because it’s familiar.

What happens is because we’re not willing to change, we get stuck in what God used to do instead of moving forward into what God is about to do.

Just because God’s blessed you where you are doesn’t mean you can just sit back and settle there.

You have to stay open to what God is doing now. What worked five years ago may not work today.

If you’re going to be successful you have to be willing to change. Every blessing is not supposed to be permanent.

Every provision is not supposed to last forever. We should constantly evaluate our friendships.

Who’s speaking into your life? Who are you depending on? Make sure they're not dragging you down, limiting you from blossoming.

Everybody is not supposed to be in our life forever. If you don't get rid of the wrong friends you will never meet the right friends

It's All Good Now lyrics - Hopsin

[Intro:]

Aye Hold on change that sound like a piano or something it sounds stupid I don't like that,

Okay yeah

[Verse 1:]

Yo you ever had a homie who was fake as fuck, (yup)

Hate your guts but the moment you came rolling through balling they wanna say what's up. (what's up)

Knowing that you finna be hot, (G)

But I don't owe you niggas didiley squat, (nah)

So here help me out by kicking these rocks,

Before I got my deal you use to back stab me, (what?)

Laugh at me tell these women I act nasty, (ewww) so what you hooked me up with the girl that

Yes I'm datin' now, but I know if you had the chance to fuck her you would take her down, you

Slipped up like you done stepped into an oil leak, now you got me heated up and boiling, you

The definition of unloyalty, probly plotting how to go destory the scene, but you'll never destroy

The royal king, I know you always reminiscing, (uh-huh) and mad cause I'm resisting and won't

Take the time to listen making us more distant, you on that cold hearted shit, look how Hollywood Marcus is you coulda been a part of this, but shit you'll probably

[Chorus:]

You'll probly fuck my girl and keep it on the down low,

But yo it's all good now though,

You tried to, leak my songs and give em' free downloads,

But yo it's all good now though,

Now if you thinking you my buddy,

But always acted funny,

Then you'll never be close to me, (Fuck that!)

Said if you thinking you my buddy

Tryina strip me for my money

Then you'll never be close to me, (Fuck that) nigga

[Verse 2:]

Friends, friends, how many of us have them? I don't really know anymore,

I gotta about 3, 4, 5 of them left, and they like my brothers yes,

They all reside on the west,

Their down to ride nothing less,

That's what their supposed to do, no but you,

Walking around like you don't even know the rules,

Putting me in bogus moves,

Got me stressed out doing yoga moves, (shit)

You ain't no homie just a load of dook,

You mad cause honeys never notice you, (well)

Do take it personal, (why)

You'll never look half as good as I do in person nope,

I'll never hold you down,

I'm flossing on you now,

I'm causing problems my momma like Hopsin awww you foul,

I know it's you who's calling blocked I.d.,

But you will not find me I'm not lying so stop trying,

It's just a waste of time, and you a waste of mine,

Say goodbye this song is for you George since you're an ungrateful guy

[Chorus:]

You'll probly fuck my girl and keep it on the down low,

But yo it's all good now though,

You tried to, leak my songs and give em' free downloads,

But yo it's all good now though,

Now if you thinking you my buddy,

But always acted funny,

Then you'll never be close to me, (Fuck that!)

Said if you thinking you my buddy

Tryina strip me for my money

Then you'll never be close to me, (Fuck that) nigga

[Verse 3:]

Friendship has been fucked,

Quit hittin' SwizZz up

You calling him like you tryina give him a free dick suck,

You ain't a part of the movement stupid you just blew it,

And this shit right here proves it,

And don't you email me talking about yo what's up fool,

Thank you for all that you done for me but fuck you,

And if you wanna act like a rowdy ape and retaliate,

Meet me in the alley late I'll serve yo ass the Cali way,

So don't you dare give my cd's a leak,

I'll get your ass easily,

Your girlfriend lives right up the street from me,

I'll snatch her out from underneath the sheets

And while she screams police

I'm a just talk to her grimey like I was made to sneak,

Well congratulations you've been dissed,

Don't get mad at me cause who did this? you did this,

So what did we learn today, never leak your friends songs,

Cause if you think I'm goin' let it slide then you damn wrong

[Interlude:]

I trusted yo ass man, you had my whole fucking album sitting there on your damn laptop,

Leaking my shit, you're a mothafuckin leaker, I'll never trust yo ass, AHHHH SHIT!

[Chorus:]

You'll probably fuck my girl and keep it on the down low,

But yo it's all good now though,

You tried to, leak my songs and give em' free downloads,

But yo it's all good now though,

Now if you thinking you my buddy,

But always acted funny,

Then you'll never be close to me, (Fuck that!)

Said if you thinking you my buddy

Tryina strip me for my money

Then you'll never be close to me, (Fuck that) nigga

[Outro:]

Friends, Friends, How many of have them, I don't really know anymore,

Friends, Friends, How many of us want them, I don't really need anymore,

Friends, Friends, How many of have them, I don't really know anymore,

Friends, Friends, How many of us want them, I don't really need anymore.

Kumbaya lyrics - Hopsin

Kumbaya, my Lord, I might say things that you might not support

When do I drop the torch?

Bless my enemies, which whom I mop the floor with

It's true, my thoughts are morbid

I'ma do my job, of course, shit

Can't fit in my shoes, niggas wishin' I lose

I'ma get it like, "Woo"

I done left it all behind me in Cali'

While yellin' goodbye to my family

I had to do a little soul search (Yeah)

All of my demons kept on fightin' and scrappin'

Inside of my mind, I was crashin'

Maybe I was having a growth spurt (Uh)

They tell me I should go out and mingle, it don't work (What?)

I've contemplated on whether or not to smoke Purp (No)

Think you sick in the head? Come visit my shed

I live on the edge, let's jump, shit, I'll go first

Mmm, yikes, quite preposterous (Yeah)

White kids soaking up the hype up off it

Hi, I'm Hopsin, I'm obnoxious

I've been token like the guy from Boston

Watch me rise to top ten (Yeah)

You know what I mean? Ain't no one like me

I'ma turn all of my haters to some overnight fiends

I done made a lot of money from exposing my grief (What?)

Flow catch bodies like it's COVID-19, nigga

Bitch, listen, I'm exerting the gas fumes

I'm the asshole who goes to work in a bad mood (Yeah)

Me and my alter ego make a murderous rap group (Uh)

I'm handin' beef to niggas like I'm servin' up fast food (Yeah)

I should've been spazzed, now the burden has passed through

Haters wanna laugh at all the hurdles I ran through

But the word on the avenue (What?)

Is now they wanna watch UP

Like a fuckin' pervert in the bathroom

Nigga, ew, yuck (Yuh)

The ladies always tell me I'm a real cunt (Yuh)

These wack motherfuckers, that's a meal lunch (Yeah)

On every instrumental, I'ma spill guts

And I'm still nuts (Hello)

Like RoboCop's scrotum

I'm givin' niggas Hell but I really hope I'm not goin'

And if I do, I'm pullin' up with hoes in my foreign

While the Man above is watchin' with his Coke and popcorn

Well I guess I'm a villain, labeled as strange

Labeled a clown, labeled deranged

Labeled as someone you might put to shame

Labeled a freak, who's unable to change

I'm sick in the head, I'm sick with the grind

I am not someone you casually find

Where is the light? Give me a sign

'Cause I got way too much shit on my mind

And I'ma get it all out

Kumbaya, my Lord, I might say things that you might not support

When do I drop the torch?

Bless my enemies, which whom I mop the floor with

It's true, my thoughts are morbid

I'ma do my job, of course, shit

Can't fit in my shoes, niggas wishin' I lose

I'ma get it like, "Woo"

I been noticing a shift in the industry

Too many niggas who appear to be gritty

Flashin' they nice jewels (What?)

Braggin' about some pills and packin' a rifle (What?)

You just gon' be another rapper that dies soon (Boom)

That's another body off the market

Rigor mortis seen him before police saw the carcass

Some of these niggas really 'bout it

They gon' show you all the corners

Now your mamma gotta see you droppin' slowly on a harness

Shit, it might be me next, I really mean it

The reject that you all love, I ain't He-Man

Some niggas ain't got a piss in pot they can pee in

They hate the planet so they come at you lookin' for revenge

That's why I gotta go to sleep with the nine tucked

Niggas creepin' up, fuck it, I ain't leavin' survivors

One squeeze and your spine bust (Ugh)

Actually, I don't want your dirty corpse on my carpet

Get the fuck out of here

My attitude is that of a Hulk smash

Mixed with Tony Montana snortin' bags of his coke stash

If it's true that I'm a savage at cold rap

I might as well rock a white jacket and Pulp hat

Dissin' me is like having your throat gagged

And fucked 'til your insides saggin' and prolapse

Big and 'Pac was a tragedy, no cap

But hearing me rap is like havin' 'em both back

Yeah, so how can you deny, not for rude as I?

Livin' on Cloud Nine, better believe the altitude is high

Niggas say, "The game's better, Hopsin, now that you've arrived"

'Bout to lace you motherfuckers with an album you can buy

Yes, I had to go retarded, I was dropped at birth (Yah)

Fuck all y'all, I'ma let my cock disperse

I got a constant urge to let the bombs emerge

And only time I'm worn out is when it's Hopsin merch

I'm a villain, labeled as strange

Labeled a clown, labeled deranged

Labeled as someone you might put to shame

Labeled a freak, who's unable to change

I'm sick in the head, I'm sick with the grind

I am not someone you casually find

Where is the light? Give me a sign

'Cause I got way too much shit on my mind

And I'ma get it all out

Kumbaya, my Lord, I might say things that you might not support

When do I drop the torch?

Bless my enemies, which whom I mop the floor with

It's true, my thoughts are morbid

I'ma do my job, of course, shit

Can't fit in my shoes, niggas wishin' I lose

I'ma get it like, "Woo"

Boom! That's another body off the market

Leather Face lyrics - Bizarre & Hopsin (feat. King Gordy & Lazarus)

[King Gordy:]

We get to slicing and stabbing

We got no mask with axes

Leatherface

Pu-pu-pull up on your avenue

Slaughter your family like animals

Leatherface

Eat-eat your body like cannibals

Run in the woods, we'll come after you

Leatherface

Sorry we won't stop attacking you

Trap you and fucking kidnap you bitch

Leatherface, leatherface, leatherface

Leatherface, leatherface, leatherface

Leatherface, leatherface, leatherface

We eat your body like cannibals

Run in the woods, we'll come after you

Leatherface

Sorry we won't stop attacking you

Trap you and fucking kidnap you bitch

Leatherface

[Bizarre:]

I'm the sickest rapper on this fucking Earth

Say my name, I eat your face like fuckin' Lurch

Mentally ill from Amityville with thousand pills (Mentally ill)

Go on your grill, with the steel you get killed

Oasis, they hate this, I got the latest (Latest!)

Surviving R.Kelly, I was locked in the fuckin' basement

Tied up, fired up they choked me up

I was asleep 'til Joe Budden's woke me up

Outta my mind like Kanye

Twist your mouth like Conway

I'm higher than Yahweh

I'd know where y'all stay

Hahahaha

[King Gordy:]

We get to slicing and stabbing

We got no mask with axes

Leatherface

We will pull up on your avenue

Slaughter your family like animals

Leatherface

We eat your body like cannibals

Run in the woods, we'll come after you

Leatherface

Sorry we won't stop attacking you

Chop you and fucking kidnap you bitch

Leatherface, leatherface, leatherface

Leatherface, leatherface, leatherface

Leatherface, leatherface, leatherface

We eat your body like cannibals

Run in the woods, we'll come after you

Leatherface

Sorry we won't stop attacking you

Chop you and fucking kidnap you bitch

Leatherface

I'm sicker with verses

This clip is dispersin', you entering hearses

Then into the church and into the dirt

Your body will fill up with worms then

I am psychotic, erotic, bionic

High off the chronic and I don't think logic

And I'm in your closet, I'm hidin' and stalkin' as soon you walk in

I'm carving your heart up, don't start up that crime

Bitch I'm a monster, your family dyin'

Start wit' your daughter then send her to slaughter

But before I off her, I'm in her vagina (I'm in her vagina!)

I am nothing like Freddy (Freddy!)

They be I'm much watched than Jason (Jason!)

I'll cut you up with machetes (Machetes!)

Then I should wear all your faces

'Cause I am just leatherface then pray you won't make it safe

But sorry to say you won't get away

But don't be afraid you won't be okay

Well okay!

Sorry I lied, did a side of the suitcase

Chop her fuckin' body, won't find her for two days

I'ma about to pop a molly and go walkin' with two case

And shoot your new boo with a cute face

We get to slicing and stabbing

We got no mask with axes

Leatherface

We will pull up on your avenue

Slaughter your family like animals

Leatherface

We eat your body like cannibals

Run in the woods, we'll come after you

Leatherface

Sorry we won't stop attacking you

Chop you and fucking kidnap you bitch

Leatherface, leatherface, leatherface

Leatherface, leatherface, leatherface

Leatherface, leatherface, leatherface

We eat your body like cannibals

Run in the woods, we'll come after you

Leatherface

Sorry we won't stop attacking you

Chop you and fucking kidnap you bitch

Leatherface

[Hopsin:]

Listen, it's 11.30 p.m. and you 'bout to fall asleep and I'm your window with a mask on (Shh! Huh?)

I proceed to climb in through the dining room with a machete that I'm 'bout to shove into your backbone

Then cut it down into your asshole, I bloody up your fucking bathrobe (Bitch)

And if your wife is awake and she witnessing what I'm doing

(Oh my god, no, no, no!)

I kill her then I fill her pussy up with tadpoles

Yes I'm that gross (Yeah)

When it rains it pours

Especially when my blade is pulled

The deeds paid in full

I'm butt naked in your neighbors pool

I stay stunting while I'm face fucking a decapitated skull

You ever seen that before? (No!)

Freak nasty gore

I need ass galore

So please ask the lord

For three trashy whores with knee pads of course

Who deep throat while my balls swing back and forth

I like it like that (Yeah)

Bitch don't you try to fight back (No)

All you now realizing I have (What?)

A can of lighter fluid, I'ma jam it right into your fucking cleavage area and damn it I'ma light match hmm

Leatherface, leatherface

Pulling up on you inside a fucking Chevrolet

And don't you try to run away I'm a easily cut the chase and probably hit you with a motherfucking hand grenade

Nobody saw my offense

I got corpses hanging in the attic with scars on they ribs

Body parts in the fridge, so pardon the stench

For breakfast I ate someone's heart with some grits

I don't want cops to barge in my crib

You don't know how retarded I get

I pushed a burning car off a bridge

With a family inside it, I get too excited

With me there's no bargaining bitch

Leatherface

[King Gordy:]

We get to slicing and stabbing

We got no mask with axes

Leatherface

We will pull up on your avenue

Slaughter your family like animals

Leatherface

We eat your body like cannibals

Run in the woods, we'll come after you

Leatherface

Sorry we won't stop attacking you

Chop you and fucking kidnap you bitch

Leatherface, leatherface, leatherface

Leatherface, leatherface, leatherface

Leatherface, leatherface, leatherface

We eat your body like cannibals

Run in the woods, we'll come after you

Leatherface

Sorry we won't stop attacking you

Chop you and fucking kidnap you bitch

Leatherface

[Lazarus:]

People want to label me a slasher

Nah I'm a surgeon, make a facial mask from his fascia

Slice him into parts, dissecting is a art

I calculate the angle of his zygomatic arch

But this is my dilemma

How to rip the bone tissue

When I damage the lamella, love the taste of the patella

Add some peanut butter, Nutella, and you got something stellar

As I'm cooking out the Salmonella down inside my cellar

Picking out a chainsaw to cut sternum

Do I use the MS 880 or my Husqvarna

The stomach churner, your guts burn up

But making a new mask is only thing I'm concerned of

That's how Dr Khan do it, like Thomas Brown Hewitt

Needle-driver to the epidermis, suture 'round through it

Compression of the blood vessel, oozing off fluid

Poke the eyeballs out the sockets, let my eyes view it

Your face on my body lookin' at your body

You called me nobody, I sawed your whole body

Mop your blood stains with a broom

While I am delivering your liver to my living room

Consider no amount of money, or a pot of gold

That compares to your heart and lungs sitting on my wall at home

Chewing every bit of collagen inside your collar bone

That's for dinner, for dessert your brain on my waffle cone

[King Gordy:]

We get to slicing and stabbing

We got no mask with axes

Leatherface

We will pull up on your avenue

Slaughter your family like animals

Leatherface

We eat your body like cannibals

Run in the woods, we'll come after you

Leatherface

Sorry we won't stop attacking you

Chop you and fucking kidnap you bitch

Leatherface, leatherface, leatherface

Leatherface, leatherface, leatherface

Leatherface, leatherface, leatherface

We eat your body like cannibals

Run in the woods, we'll come after you

Leatherface

Sorry we won't stop attacking you

Chop you and fucking kidnap you bitch

Leatherface