Check it, I used to be the goofy man you hounded
The Special Ed kid at lunchtime the [bad word] wouldn't stand around with
I would jack off so much back at my parents' house
And now my [bad word] has a permanent imprint of my hand around it
Life was lame, I had to pay money to [bad word] a [bad word] 
I couldn't pull a [bad word] anorexic [bad word] 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 [bad word] or horrorcore
So hold your head cause I'mma torture yours, leaving morbid sores
I promise you it will be 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 [bad word] fired up behaviors
With wack beats and gap teeth like Tyler the Creator

 [bad word]  you not dope
So you tryna get some attention by cussing and eating a [bad word] [bad word] 
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 [bad word]  then I will
Hate on me, but you can't deny skill
I [bad word] all the momentum that you guys build with my eyes sealed

You [bad word] 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 [bad word]  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 bold 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 [bad word] like I'm booger flicking
Homie I've been good at rapping, now I'm tryna get gooder with it
So I'mma 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 [bad word] does he do that?"
My ranking is vicious, you thinking it isn't? [bad word] 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 be calling out names, but I ain't taking attendance

Some [bad word] was like, "Hop, you got me crying
Cause you said I could call you while you out on tour
 [bad word] and I be trying, I even text you, but you not replying
So when your new [bad word] 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 puss, 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 [bad word] [bad word] done tagged you in it"

I got put on with the beasty flow
Now the [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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

"Hey yo Hopsin, I [bad word] 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?
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