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Hopsin

Genres: Hip-Hop

Killin My Soul Lyrics - Hopsin

I was conceived in Dracula's lair 

I'm cracking a hater upside his fucking head with the back of a chair 

His feet leaps back in the air 

I rip the fur off the back of a bear 

The blade's precise I could chop off a patch of his hair 

Bitch I am a god, riding on the fucking handle bars 

Black BMX, AR15 tear you and your man apart 

Going like Tony Montana, they poppin' them hammers, I fall off the banister 

Gargantuan, keep your favourite rappers body parts in a canister 

Fuck anybody that doubted me, ever looked down on me 

Where the fuck where you? Now you're so proud of me 

I've been on a grind, bitch I don't know how to sleep 

My crew sick to a crucifix 

Smoking kush through a hookah stick 

Bite the bullet when the ruger spit 

Fuck rap, bitch I'm through with it 

Niggas know when I was born to ball 

Light a stick of dynamite "tick, tick" bang and die right in front of ya'll 

I'm done with living 

Satan I'll be there in a minute 

How the fuck you boxing with god bitch when your arms are missing 

No religion but my mom's a christian 

I had her tripping when she found my porn subscription 

I'm on some different shit 

And expensive whips with a different bitch 

I rip your fucking lungs out with a plumber's wrench 

I don't know a nigga living in his right mind that could probably stop me 

Nigga shook like a young bitch in a room, fucking Bill Cosby 

Mach five, nigga high speed, in his face watch his eyes bleed 

Full the plug from the life support and the IV's, nigga try me 

Came from the dirt, thank god all the pain it was worth 

Thinking my name was cursed, I couldn't get on, I felt so ashamed and hurt 

I eat up everything until the fucking reaper gets me 

We in this bitch but I still feel depressed and empty 

 

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The game's got me in a venomous zone 

It's killing my hope, I don't even feel it no mo' 

Sometimes I say fuck this shit but I ain't willing to go 

Stealing my soul, there's reasons I can't leave it alone (fo so) 

My legacy I gotta leave it in stone (you know) 

If these other niggas did it we getting on (lets go) 

These weak niggas straight up killing my soul 

That's why I don't even feel it no mo' 

I ain't vibing to it 

 

From the moment my pen hit the page 

My vision was getting on stage 

Dreaming about it, they told me that this was a phase 

You getting to big for your britches, remember your age 

Huh? What the fuck that mean? 

Tell 'em doubt me they be reading 'bout me 

All this passion you would have to beat it out me 

And they said I would never leave my county 

Kill that noise, I couldn't let them breath around me 

All I could ever see is drowning 

All I could ever see is drowning 

All I could ever see is drowning 

Now that ain't no problem but nothing but sharks 

I rob 'em, I never needed no help 

I should dealt with the fuck I felt 

Fuck drowning, I became a shark myself 

Momma said keep your head up 

My nigga said keep your head up 

You hating niggas went head up 

I ain't get fed so I'm fed up 

Get some was a proud day for every chick I got head from 

I hope you follow, I'm drunk with power like it's creatine in this red cup 

Lose it, now fuse it 

It's useless like using a toothpick as a pool stick 

Somebody hating, give two shits 

Just make music till I got hot like when it's humid in Houston 

Fuck, truth is I don't even know why I do this 

I done came so far but I still feel lost and about to lose it 

 

As of lately my fire's been lower 

Dizzy Wright said I might 

Need to put a light to some weed to get my mind to tremble 

But that ain't me so I'm digging real deep to write this shit 

Yo I'm at five percent 

I hope my career does not die in limbo 

I wake up just praying my fuse is lit 

Cause I don't get hyped like I used to get 

Back when I would hop in the booth and spit 

I'm too immune to this 

Stuck in my thoughts, am I a lunatic? (fuck) 

Fuck this music shit, what is Hopsin? I don't know who it is 

I do give bitches spontaneous hunger 

And when I do there's a cloud of raining and thunder 

That you'd hate to get under 

And when that happens ain't no place to get comfort 

I'm late for the monster, you may be a goner 

I put listeners in the craziest slumber 

A note to peasants, my vocal presence 

Is so perfect that fans get so obsessive 

And cry to my shit but don't confess it 

When I'm in my zone you feel that power and passion 

My godly words can speak louder than action 

And don't forget it nigga 

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