In high school, Marcus wasn't a helpful student He dropped out cause teachers would never help him through it And if I don't save this rap game who else would do it? This is my motherfucking world, welcome to it If you thinking that Hop's wack, then you is hatin' And what the fuck do my contacts have to do with Satan? I want a bitch with a bomb ass and some lubrication A loverboy, you see I'm that but I'm rude and blatant Now you listen here: I started a movement this year I will fuck you up if you interfere You been a queer your whole fuckin' life and I'll kick you into gear You tryna prove you a lunatic? Ooh, I'm oozing in fear! You on some sloppy-clown bitch shit: I'll rip your head off Poke a stick through it, then beat the rest of your body down with it I start violence, cops come with the loud sirens Now I have to hop a barbed-wire fence They find me in the broke down car I had been hidin' in Homicide is now the charge I'm against Walk up to the jail cell with the guard I am with He pushes me in and then the bar slides in This new age of rappers, all they wanna do is floss, why? Swearing they're the boss guy, thinking that they're all fly You, Lil' Wayne, Soulja Boy, this Asher Roth guy Normally I wouldn't mind, but this time, I've lost mine! Who the hell is he? The biggest hater that you'll ever meet White contacts, so you motherfuckers remember me Lyrics put together so cleverly, you will never be On my level, I chop all of you rappers to celery Fake thugs rap like: "I'll let the Glock spit at you Just got out the pen cause I move how real niggas move" No, don't lie, cause it hurts when you hear the truth! You got out the pen and wrote a verse with it, didn't you? Fuck life, you can't tell me nothin' I'll shove a knife in your back and leave it poking out through your belly-button Sir, your daughter wasn't that reluctant You see this 8-inch dick bulgin' out of my pants? Well, she sucked it I went to Wal-Mart with a Visa card, bought your wife a leotard And made her try it on to get my penis hard I'm pissed enough, I can never find a bitch to fuck I beat my dick a lot, that's why only my right wrist is buff I go dumb off of two packs of Now Or Laters Then fight niggas like I was the black Power Ranger Head to the lake then wrestle a couple alligators Then run through the woods butt-naked; so what, pal? It's nature Why the fuck would I collab wichu? Yeah you're good friends with Marcus but Hopsin don't wanna rap wichu! You're full of shit like some ass-tissue And you're a bitch when you go to studios you bring your dad with you No! Unacceptable, now watch me wreck the flow Niggas be hatin' cause I'm ballin just like my testicles Word is bond, the way I'm on this mic and servin bombs I might as well have an Osama bin Laden turban on
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