[Hook] Your bullshit come off of that Someone tell these motherfuckers that Hop is back! I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it Now I’m ready to fuck the game up, nigga They can get it (They can get it) You can get it (You can get it) Y'all can get it (It really doesn't matter nigga)
[Verse 1] The Dark Knight's in this bitch without the mask and cape I'm acting ape shit, faggot, embrace it I just got validation on my ass whooping ticket I'm that amazing, it's my mad invasion Of smashing brains in, my fucking pen and pad was anxious All these haters who mad and be nagging at me I flip their ass off like an acrobat on a trapeze And I'll be lashing back like a Shaq attack on these rap beats You thought that I was done with completely being an ass? Please Don't think you raw just cause you got success I'll uppercut your ass so many times you look like you was nodding yes I'm the only child that my mom regrets, probably best That you don't buy my album, save your money yo do not invest
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[Verse 2] I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival And have you screaming like RnB singers who hittin' high notes It’s sick and spiteful, 2Pac’s twisted grim disciple I been this nice yo way before Michael had vitiligo My ex girl heart is so bruised and burned Begging me to quit rap, but I'm just not ready to let it loose for her Am I Hopsin or am I Lucifer? I didn't blow 'till I started talking a gang of shit, tell me who you prefer Nigga, you ain't ill in the booth I'd die and do my next show as a hologram and still be realer than you See, I'm the shit like I slithered in poo I'm sicker than sticking my freaking dick inside a bitch's syphilis cooch It's Knock Madness
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[Verse 3] I gotta problem yo' I was ecstatic to buy Yeezus But I burned it first Heard it and snapped in 5 pieces Man Kanye on that bullshit! That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get You think you God now you half assin rap little faggot bitch Perhaps you suffered brain damage back when you had that accident? But most importantly, hip hop isn’t dead no more you see Cause Kendrick took the bar and raised it up higher for MCs Unfortunately the little nigga's like 4 ft 3, the guys a fuckin' midget His high is still really short to me Fuck giving my pencil breaks My mental state tells me to renovate If you hand me your shit I toss your demo tape “Hop if you're not spreading love then why do you even write music?" Cause this is how I feel when I ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch Am I supposed to coat it up? Am I not allowed to open up? I spill the blood of rappers and use Weezy dreads to soak it up Busting like south central drivebys Support the guy with white eyes But nigga don’t ride my dick when I’m on that high rise
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