Yeah
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Hopsin
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Funk Volume
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C'mon, keep sleepin' on me
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Hollywood ass rappers
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Bitch ass females
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That's enough to make a nigga flip
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[Verse 1:]
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Yeah...
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I erupt like a bomb
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So give up the baton
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I slap you after bustin' a fuckin' nut in my palm
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Why you buggin' me like something was wrong
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Just take a puff of the bong
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And let me leave your mind corrupt from this song
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See you can't stop me cause I'm a brainwash teens
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And create false dreams cause it pays off clean
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I'm just an idiotic ironic symbolic illuminatic product
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That's gonna be killed if I talk about it (shhh!)
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This industry business is all screwed up
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I have no favorite rapper because all you suck
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I severe the weakest niggas who not on my pedigree
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Because on the tombstone its as hard as it will ever be
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I'm judged by my wild image a lot
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And everybody seems to think I have a sinister plot, I do
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Be offended by every sentence I jot
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I got some militant thoughts and you ain't killin em'
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Off so listen
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[Hook:]
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I sag my pants until my ass shows
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I even slap hoes (bitch)
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Yeah I'm an asshole (yeah yeah)
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And your parents hate me cause I love you
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So tell em' I said fuck you
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Yeah I said fuck you (yeah yeah)
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[Verse 2:]
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I snuck in Drake's house when he was alone inside (uh
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Oh)
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You can say I have a bogus mind
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I dim the lights and close the blinds
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Around his neck is where my rope was tied
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I yanked on it till I broke his spine (yeah)
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Lately I've been fuckin' pissed off (why?)
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Cause everybody's sayin Lil Wayne spits raw
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I start a big brawl
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And slam his ass into a brick wall
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And have a fat nigga sit on him
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Rick Ross (gross)
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I don't play with this rap shit
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I got no life, I stay in the attic
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Fuck a rap career, I'm waiting to smash it
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Soulja Boy you got a corny flow (true)
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So you can suck my fuckin' dick through a glory hole
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I'm just being me
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What you trying to hate for
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All you niggas is faker than Lupe Fiasco claimin he
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Skateboards
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Yeah right, that nigga can't even ollie
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Push him away on the dolly
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Not even Satan can't stop me (what)
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[Hook:]
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I sag my pants until my ass shows
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I even slap hoes (bitch)
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Yeah I'm an asshole (yeah yeah)
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And your parents hate me cause I love you
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So tell em' I said fuck you
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Yeah I said fuck you (yeah yeah)
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[Verse 3:]
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I'm probably the sickest muthafucka who don't get recognized
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Eazy-E's wife's life is somewhat now jeopardized
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She signed me and I was set aside
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For like three and a half years
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I don't think I remember why
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I'm fuckin dope and this is my reward
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That's wacker than the five hundred dollars you signed
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Me for
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Eazy's dead now
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Yeah the label's finally yours
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Too bad he never knew that you were just a grimy whore
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You can't maintain what Eric built (nah)
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I know he's in his grave turnin like a ferris wheel
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Don't think you're cool just cause you inherit mil
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Bitch play the skills
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I'm Hopsin, I spit shit so unfair and real
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I got some deep dark issues within
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All because you lied and tried to pretend you a friend
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Fuck Ruthless, bitch I never lend you a hand
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And I'm a make sure nobody ever signs with you again
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(You know why?)
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[Hook:]
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I sag my pants until my ass shows
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I even slap hoes (bitch)
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Yeah I'm an asshole (yeah yeah)
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And your parents hate me cause I love you
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So tell em' I said fuck you
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Yeah I said fuck you (yeah yeah)
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Sag My Pants
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Hopsin |