Yeah Hopsin Funk Volume C'mon, keep sleepin' on me Hollywood ass rappers Bitch ass females That's enough to make a nigga flip
Yeah... I erupt like a bomb So give up the baton I slap you out the bus and fuckin' nut in my palm Why you buggin' me like something was wrong Just take a puff of the bong And let me leave your mind corrupt from this song See you can't stop me cause I'm a brainwash jeans [?] And create false dreams cause it pays off [?] I'm just an idiotic ironic symbolic illuminatic product That's gonna be killed if I talk about it (shhh!) This industry business is all screwed up I have no favorite rapper because all you suck I severe the weakest niggas who not on my pedigree Because on the tombstone [?] I'm judged by my wild image a lot And everybody seems to think I have a sinister plot Be offended by every sentence I jot I got some militant thoughts and you ain't killin em' Off so listen
I sag my pants until my ass shows I even slap hoes (bitch) Yeah I'm an asshole (yeah yeah)
And your parents hate me cause I love you So tell em' I said fuck you Yeah I said fuck you (yeah yeah)
I snuck in Drake's house when he was alone inside (uh Oh) You can say I have a bogus mind I dim the lights and close the blinds Around his neck is where my rope was tied I yanked on it till I broke his spine (yeah) Lately I've been fuckin' pissed off (why?) Cause everybody's sayin Lil Wayne spits raw I start a big brawl And slam his ass into a brick wall And have a fat nigga sit on him Rick Ross (gross) I don't play with this rap shit I got no life, I stay in the attic Fuck a rap career, I'm waiting to smash it Soulja Boy you got a corny flow (true) So you can suck my fuckin' dick through a glory hole I'm just being me What you trying to hate for All you niggas faker than Lupe Fiasco claimin he Skateboards Yeah right, that nigga can't even ollie Push him away on the dolly Not even Satan can't stop me (what)
I sag my pants until my ass shows I even slap hoes (bitch) Yeah I'm an asshole (yeah yeah)
And your parents hate me cause I love you So tell em' I said fuck you Yeah I said fuck you (yeah yeah)
I'm probably the sickest nigga who don't get recognized Eazy-E's wife's life is somewhat now jeopardized She signed me and I was set aside For like three and a half years I don't think I remember why I'm fuckin dope and this is my reward That's wacker than the five hundred dollars you signed Me for Eazy's dead now Yeah the label's finally yours Too bad he never knew that you were just a grimy whore You can't maintain what Eric built (nah) I know he's in his grave turnin like a ferris wheel Don't think your cool just cause you inherit mil Bitch [?] I'm Hopsin, I spit shit so unfair and real I got some deep dark issues within All because you lied and said you a friend Fuck Ruthless, bitch I never lend you a hand And I'm a make sure no one ever signs with you again (You know why?)
I sag my pants until my ass shows I even slap hoes (bitch) Yeah I'm an asshole (yeah yeah)
And your parents hate me cause I love you So tell em' I said fuck you Yeah I said fuck you (yeah yeah)
Compositor: Marcus Jamal Hopson ECAD: Obra #17355351