[Intro]
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I'm changing man
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I thought I was supposed to be this hip hop savior
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But I have turned into a sinister
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[Verse 1]
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Yeah
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Wack niggas prepare to die
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You ain't got nowhere to hide
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I'm knocking at your fucking door
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You scared cause you know [hell will rise]
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Niggas gonna get dealt with rhymes
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It's just me, myself and I
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I low-key run this rap shit
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You don't know cause it ain't televised
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This is war, gentleman (kill)
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My flow is filled with more venom
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Than George Zimmerman in his car chillin'
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With a loaded 44 tucked into his drawers
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Fitchiting, Itching to find a brand new casket to store niggas in
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Ya'll just make me laugh and giggle
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Call me out on tracks then bitch i'll pound on you
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Like that vending machine that stole my pack of Skittles
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Niggas thought they [?]
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After my album raw
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But no bitch I evolved
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I'm taking over shit easily
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I rarely do collaborations cause ya'll ain't qualified to be in a league with me
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Hop just let the beast unleashed
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Someone get this freak a leash
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I'm snapping on all of you leaving every MC deceased
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Hook:
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I'm the motherfucking hip hop sinister
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Murder, nigga murder
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Cause niggas thought I was done, but I ain't finished up
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Murder, nigga murder
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I'm the motherfucking hip hop sinister
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Murder, nigga murder
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Cause niggas thought I was done, but I ain't finished up
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Murder, nigga murder
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[Verse 2]
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Motherfucker we making history
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A million independently
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So kiss my fucking ass
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Left or right you get to pick the cheek
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You don't ball you just pretend to do to make the chicks believe
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Your label is fucking you like Ruthless Records did to me
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Stop with the compliments
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I've been locked in my momma's den
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Plotting when I will be dropping this Hopsin apocalypse
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Bombing the competent
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Rap goblins mobbing the continent
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Gotta be dominant
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I'm surprised that God isn't vomiting
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I'm wearing a badge tearing your ass
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Another [?] cutting through [?] till they barely attached
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Me and this game are one of the same like Jaren and crack
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The darkness is arrived so make a flare with a match
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You got skill? Where is it at? I haven't seen it
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Who dares to attack a genius?
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You get managed I'll have you gag your penis
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Until you throw up your own liver (nuts)
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I don't give a (fuck)
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The flow ripper (what)
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Hook:
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I'm the motherfucking hip hop sinister
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Murder, nigga murder
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Cause niggas thought I was done, but I ain't finished up
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Murder, nigga murder
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I'm the motherfucking hip hop sinister
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Murder, nigga murder
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Cause niggas thought I was done, but I ain't finished up
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Murder, nigga murder
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[Verse 3]
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Now if I stop being who I am that would upset me
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I'll never change for none of your wack ass deadbeats
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I struggled to change for Jay [Christ to accept me
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I don't even change clothes
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Shit not even my bed sheets
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When I step inside the boot and rhyme
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Rappers commit suicide
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And jump in front of a moving semi-truck like it was cool to die
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Niggas is watered down fuck it it is time to scuba dive
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Better get on your knees and pray to God and hope that you survive
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Killing rappers like I condone violence
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I murder you and when your soul is floating to hell I ghost ride it
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You won't last living in this cold climate
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So don't try it, I know I'm ill
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I don't need no pussies to co-sign it
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Commercial niggas thinking they carry the torch
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It's going to be very hilarious when I bury your corpse
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So next time you spit a fucking rhyme that's too simple
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I'll joke kick your ass through the glass of the booth window
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Hook:
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I'm the motherfucking hip hop sinister
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Murder, nigga murder
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Cause niggas thought I was done, but I ain't finished up
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Murder, nigga murder
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I'm the motherfucking hip hop sinister
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Murder, nigga murder
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Cause niggas thought I was done, but I ain't finished up
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Murder, nigga murder
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Hip Hop Sinister
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Hopsin |