[Intro]
 [bad word] 
Sir, our data base has crashed
(Hopsin)
Aww [bad word] [bad word]  find out what reliable sources
We have to maintain a stable ground until we get things moving again" [bad word] 
Funk Volume hero
(Hopsin)
Well send him down there! [bad word] 
How soon?
(Hopsin)
Now!

[Verse 1: SwizZz]
Ye-uhh!
See I coulda been an academic
Remain in college, study a broad
Maybe build some extra credits
Get a degree from the UC
Get accepted, by my family an friends
Finally get respected
But beer pong and flip cup couldn't do it
And academic probation, just labelled me a loser
Cancel ya, swear they gon' boot ya
Terminate your future
If you dont start performing like ya used to
Well hows's this for a [bad word]  performance
Thought about it, stayed in hip hop and started exploring
Hipsters, backpackers, fake thugs pose as rappers
Whats next? FV evolved to destroy you [bad word] And I ain't taking shots, it's just what it is
Im the [bad word] like verdad, this is SwizZz
It's here now, Funk Volume, [bad word] all you
Im hoggin' the [bad word] get the ball loose

[Hook]
If you want [bad word] get it, you know we got it
These niggas hop on the train, the moment we go and drop it
(Ohhh yeahh)
The same niggas thats keepin' you out of pocket, dont worry about it
We got it, acknowledge we here, its Funk Volume

If you want [bad word] get it, you know we got it
These niggas hop on the train, the moment we go and drop it
(Ye-uhh)
The same niggas thats keepin' you out of pocket, dont worry about it
We got it, acknowledge we here, its Funk Volume

[Verse 2: Hopsin]
I got a story, kick up off of ya sneakers, smoke on some reefer
Listen hip hop sold his soul to the reaper, ohh it gets deeper
Decent image, lyrics, no one did neither, ill listen to it
But while im punching a whole in the speaker
MCs puffin' and poutin', like they [bad word]  from drownin'
They hate the state of rap, but dont ever do nothing about it
They strategize but it usually is wrong, Mama told me I'mma soon be the one
That'll hit this [bad word] just like a nuclear bomb
I've spent a minute tryna master the craft
Paving an extravagant path to baffle yo [bad word] I don't see any more obstacles I have to get past
Looks like there's a whole new type beginning after the trash
Try to duplicate, you'll never find the math that I stash
The movement is happening fast, I sit back and just laugh
Your love and passion is cash, and thats a fact that im mad
You'll get your abdomen gashed, and then get stuffed inside my travelling bag

[Hook]

[Verse 3: SwizZz & Hopsin]
(SwizZz)
It's Funk Volume, turn it up
I know you heard im nuts, but [bad word] me
I ain't got the ?
But I do got the urge to bust
You wanna front, you can play the back seat
Like [bad word] up

(Hopsin)
Grindin' till my loot is stacked
Bang this till the roof collapse
Enemies, im used to that
I'm known for my abusive acts
It's painful where this music's at
Let me drive, you relax
I'mma pick the pieces up to this puzzle
And glue it back

(SwizZz)
Please forgive me if my music dont relate to you
My lifes a jungle, im just actin' how an ape would do

(Hopsin)
I sane, partially
Half man, part deceased
White eyes, market me
FV, start some beef

[Hook]