Yeah
Hopsin
Funk Volume
C’mon, keep sleepin’ on me
Hollywood [bad word] rappers [bad word] [bad word] females
That’s enough to make a [bad word] flip

(Verse 1)
Yeah…
I [bad word] like a bomb
So give up the baton
I slap you out the bus and [bad word]  nut in my palm
Why you buggin’ me like something was wrong
Just take a puff of the bong
And let me leave your mind [bad word] from this song
See you can’t stop me cause Imma brainwash teens (???)
And create false dreams cause it pays off clean.
I’m just an idiotic ironic symbolic illuminatic product
That’s gonna be killed if I talk about it (shhh!)
This industry business is all screwed up
I have no favorite rapper because all you suck
Except for the weakest niggas who not on my pedigree
Because on the tombstone is as hard as they name will ever be
I’m judged by my wild image a lot
And everybody seems to think I have a sinister plot
Be offended by every sentence I jot
I got some militant thoughts and you aint killin em’ 
off so listen

(Hook)
I sag my pants until my [bad word] shows
I even slap hoes  [bad word] 
Yeah I’m an [bad word] (yeah yeah)

And your parents hate me cause I love you
So tell em’ I said [bad word] you
Yeah I said [bad word] you (yeah yeah)

(Verse 2)
I snuck in Drake’s house when he was alone inside (uh 
oh)
You can say I have a bogus mind
I dim the lights and close the blinds
Around his neck is where my rope was tied
I yanked on it till I broke his spine (yeah)
Lately I’ve been [bad word]  [bad word] off (why?)
Cause everybody’s sayin Lil Wayne spits raw
I start a big brawl
And slam his [bad word] into a brick wall
And have a fat [bad word] sit on him
Rick Ross (gross)
I don’t play with this rap [bad word] [- From: [bad word] /www.elyrics.net/read/h/hopsin-lyrics/sag-my-pants-lyrics.html -]
I got no life, I stay in the attic [bad word] a rap career, I’m waiting to smash it
Soulja Boy you got a corny flow [bad word] 
So you can suck my [bad word]  [bad word] through a glory hole
I’m just being me
What you trying to hate for
All you niggas faker than Lupe Fiasco claimin he 
skateboards
Yeah right, that [bad word] can’t even ollie
Push him away on the dolly
Not even Satan can’t stop me (what)

(Hook)
I sag my pants until my [bad word] shows
I even slap hoes  [bad word] 
Yeah I’m an [bad word] (yeah yeah)

And your parents hate me cause I love you
So tell em’ I said [bad word] you
Yeah I said [bad word] you (yeah yeah)

(Verse 3)
I’m probably the sickest [bad word] who don’t get recognized
Eazy-E’s wife’s life is somewhat now jeopardized
She signed me and I was set aside
For like three and a half years
I don’t think I remember why
I’m [bad word] dope and this is my reward
That’s wacker than the five hundred 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 [bad word] You can’t maintain what Eric built (nah)
I know he’s in his grave turnin like a ferris wheel
Don’t think your cool just cause you inherit mil [bad word] (??????????)
I’m Hopsin, I spit [bad word] so unfair and real
I got some deep dark issues within
All because you lied and said you a friend [bad [bad word]  [bad word] I never lend you a hand
And Imma make sure no one ever signs with you again 
(you know why?)

(Hook)
I sag my pants until my [bad word] shows
I even slap hoes  [bad word] 
Yeah I’m an [bad word] (yeah yeah)

And your parents hate me cause I love you
So tell em’ I said [bad word] you
Yeah I said [bad word] you (yeah yeah)