[Intro:]
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Yo man
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Let's take this shit back to fucking high school lunch time cyphers
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When mother fuckers was beat boxing
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And kicking ill ass flows in the fucking cafeteria
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Fuck all that Hollywood shit!
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Best fucking rap, man
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Yo, check it!
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Hook:
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This that high school lunch time cypher
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I might just step in this bitch and fuck ya life up
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I hope the principal doesn't come and give me your write up
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Now who the fuck I gotta snatch the mic from?
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I spend a long time trying to build the buzz
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Hop is in the building, cause step to me a bonus battlefield,
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You know I will erupt!
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Didn't change, I'm still a nut
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The girls seen my skills are up
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So I be getting head every single night like a pillow does
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When a nigga be flow bashing
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You know I be keeping it old fashioned
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My compassion is so tragic on instrumentals when I toe jag it
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Throw dirt on me? Then guard your face and stomach
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Cause I'm swinging on you like ya ass cheeks had a rope hanging from it
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I'm out my mind, I can't configure it, I'm way too niggerish!
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I tried to read the Bible but I'm straight illiterate
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When' I put myself in strange predicaments
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They labeled this as sick
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The doctor says to take some '
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Man, I'm a lunatic, rocking a crucifix
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I'll .. on any chick I feel who got the cutest tits
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I'm wanted, fugitive, robbing yo whip to cruise in it
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See, I'm the only kid on Elm Street that Freddy Krueger skipped.
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Pants sagging cause they too loose to fit, I'm torturous!
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Grab a hammer and nail for your front door and board it shut
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I stare deep in ya eyes, rip out your soul and absorb it up
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And have Biggie Smalls yelling out, "call the coroner!"
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My groupies stay horny
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They always call to say,
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'Hopsin, can you fly me out to Cali? Please pay for me?'
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I make that pussy pop for you like you skateboarding
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Then you can come inside like a hurricane warning
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I got a lot of sluts, I like to call Hopsilut
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But now I feel like having sex with these bitches is not enough
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I needed something new for moments when I gotta bust
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So lately I've been beating my dick with a pair of boxing gloves.
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I got the maddest rhymes, how dare yo ass deny?
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I'll stab you in the brain with a knife
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You can keep that in mind!
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You talking shit inside yo house?
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Cool! Fine! Fuck it!
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I'll break in and stomp you out inside of it
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Ain't trying to be ya friend
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I'll knock you out and when you wake up
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I'll just be standing there with a mischievous grin
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Like, 'huh, 2e meet again!'
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I'll puncture yo skin with a crack fiend's syringe
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And drill your nut sack to the seat you're in!
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You want props? You don't deserve it, you're not ill!
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I won't stop 'til every rapper lurking has got chills!
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Why these niggas acting like they certainly pop steels
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When only time they carry heat is serving the hot meal?
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Since I was young and on the mission to make dough
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Put all my niggas on like the shit was a slay bone
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So tell me why your song sound like skittles and rainbow
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That's a deal, give away, you love and listen the rainbow!
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I'm sick and deranged when I'm spitting this strange flow
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Stuck my dick in the game, that's the business I came for
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Witness my pay growth, I don't kick in with lame folks
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Simple and plain, oh, you go and remember my name, hoe!
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Hook:
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This that high school lunch time cypher
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I might just step in this bitch and fuck ya life up
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I hope the principal doesn't come and give me your write up
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Now who the fuck I gotta snatch the mic from?
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Lunch Time Cypher
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Hopsin |