Ramona Lyrics - Pound Syndrome - Hopsin

*Door knob rattling and panting breath* 

Hopsin 

*Phone dialing and ringing* 

Hopsin, Hopsin, Hopsin are you there? 

911: 9-1-1 Emergency, what's the issue? 

Hopsin: Th-this girl she's out she's... 

911: Wow, wow, wow relax honey, speak to me 

Hopsin: There's this girl outside of my house and she keeps tryna come in 

911: Uh huh 

Hopsin: And I keep tryna push her away but... but I feel like she's gonna come in and do something... I... I don't know... 

911: Okay, what is your name darling? 

Hopsin: It's Marcus Hopson 

911: Okay Marcus, relax 

Hopsin: I'm trying 

911: I need you to explain to me who this girl is please 

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Hopsin: Okay, okay, okay... 

Here, let me read you her bio (go 'head) 

She was raised in Cleveland, Ohio (Uh huh) 

Got a tattoo of a cross on her left tit 

But, yo, she don't believe in no bible (what?) 

She flashing niggas when I'm on stage 

She let anyone see em' at my show (you're kidding) 

First time I met her was at a meet and greet 

She ran up in a hurry and was like "woah" 

"Hi Hop, I'm Ramona (hi) 

Please forgive me, I might go nuts 

I don't know but I'm like so lucky 

And I just wish I could just... oh fuck 

I'm nervous and I feel worthless 

Please don't think I'm doing this on purpose 

I just cannot control all my urges 

You're just... oh my God you're so perfect" 

Man if you fuck with this bitch then you're doomed (yup) 

She followed me and my tour crew 

To my hotel, I'm like "who are you? 

Where you going?" she said "your room" (silly) 

Like "woah look, ho you gotta go, just because I ripped the mic 

Don't mean you get the right to follow me back to my hotel room, you ain't 'bout to spent the night, aight?" 

She said "okay, Marcus, what if I give you my pussy (what?) 

Oh my God, getting fucked by Hopsin, do you know how awesome that would be? Ah" 

Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona 

Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona, Ramona 

This bitch is stalking me, fucking 

Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona 

Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona, Ramona 

Get this bitch off of me 

Fucking Ramona 

She became friends with my girlfriend but my girlfriend did not know (know what?) 

Now Ramona's obsessed with me, she been to at least ten of my shows, woah 

Fucking all my niggas names up she like "Gerald Benton, he wrecks it 

Disney Wright, we repping, I love SwisSs, three S's" 

I'm like "God damn bitch, You ain't even got no chance bitch 

You ain't even my real fan bitch, you only know 'Sag my Pants' bitch" 

All over my Instagram pics, tryna get my attention 

Hoping I'mma get you a ticket and fly you to Cali and put you in a bed you can ride the dick in (hell no ho) 

I can't lie though, her ass fat 

She send me nudes up on Snapchat 

I know every nigga done tapped that 

She gets sad cause I do not snap back (hahaha) 

That nasty girl, I ain't touching her (nope) 

Fuck her, I don't fuck with her (nuh uh) 

She a real rap chasing hustler 

If you see her ass, hit the slut alert 

This one time she tried to cuh... 

(Oh my God, Hopsin) what the fuck (hey) 

What the fuck are you doing here? 

(I love you so much) shut your ass up, get your ass out 

Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona 

Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona, Ramona 

This bitch is stalking me, fucking 

Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona 

Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona, Ramona 

Get this bitch off of me 

Fucking Ramona 

Yo Hopsin (what up man?), you know that bitch named Ramona? (yeah) 

I know you said that ho's a space case but guess what (what?), I boned her, ah 

I swear to God Hop, man, it's been sick 

She be like "Jarren, oh my God, you're the shit 

I'll never, ever, ever, ever brush my teeth now that my breath smells just like your dick" 

Yuck, she won't leave me alone 

Every five seconds, bitch blowing up my phone 

I'm paranoid hoping she don't show up at my home 

What the fuck was I on? Pills and Patron 

Then the bitch talking 'bout she's knocked up 

How bitch, damn, I had my cock locked up 

With a latex condom, and we just fucked two days ago 

Now how the fuck a baby pop up? 

Ah, she like "Jarren you're right, must be SwizZz or maybe Dizzy Wright 

Cause he went inside it raw like, just the other night" 

Swear to God Hop, we gotta take this whores life 

But damn, who gon' let Kato know? 

That's the nigga's girlfriend, he don't know that she a ho 

Now she on DJ Hoppa's dick like "go DJ, go DJ, go"