Ill Mind Of Hopsin 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'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 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 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 better run 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 fuck does he do that?" 

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

Can 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 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 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 who bringing me drama, homie please be ghost 

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

"Hey yo 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 

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