[Hook: Hopsin]
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I know how long you've waited (Waited for what?)
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For the day all these games end
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Knock-knock, who's there? H (H who?)
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Knock-knock, who's there? O-P
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Knock-knock, who's there? H (H who?)
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Knock-knock, who's there? O-P
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[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
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A bunch of savages, Hop'll slice the head off a faggot
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I wake up in the morning and go raid the medicine cabinet
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Every word I spit is murder on the page of this tablet
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I spit out a fucking bullet from this gauge at your fabric
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I'm not your average Joe, brain battered and slow
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A lot of pain, things changed, now I'm stacking this dope
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Exclusive new shit, me and Hopsin we too sick
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I crack a hater upside his fucking head with a pool stick
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Murdering me is like Hop signing to Ruthless
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For a second time and then pigs flying on broomsticks
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Michael Jackson crawling out of his grave with two kids
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Bitches squirting [?] out of they two tits
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Fuck a metaphor, basically nigga you ain't doing it
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Hand you a mirror before I murk you, check out the view of this
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I'm losing it, serial killer lurking the music biz
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Without a mask, I want you bitches to know who the fuck it is
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Suffering succotash, rims on a hovercraft
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Romantic psychopath, I drown whores in a bubble bath
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It's Mr. Benton nigga, y'all fall back
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And lick the crease between my asshole and ballsack
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Dizzy Wright]
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Locked and loaded
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Ready to bring the ruckus
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Thuggish ruggish
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No other rapper can touch it
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I'm disgusted, fuck it
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Nah, I'm in a rush to put the pressure on
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Let it be known, Ask yo girlfriend who she sextin' on
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Better known, It's Mister Knock-Knock the panties down
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You a hand-me down, Hammer down what they invested on
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Shoulda' left it alone, Shouldn't have left her at home
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It gets her off of you, I'm watchin' as she testin' it on
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My marijuana scent all up in yo shit
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You ain't shit, You as silent as my spit
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I gotta couple rappers on my list
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Better get established before I get to wrapping up careers
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King Dizzy coming to give it to you straight
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Taking place, Fuck being different
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I care about being great
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Nigga kill the hate
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I'm coming just to kill it in yo state
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Fuck the world, Fuck you
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Run in place, I penetrate
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We the shit
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Hopsin]
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Yeah, bitch I didn¡¯t wake up in a new Bugatti
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Just in a room of rotten rappers, gruesome bodies I¡¯m killin' like I¡¯m illuminati
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I¡¯m fuckin' out the blue tsunami, nothin' you can do to stop me, I don¡¯t care if you knew karate or do pilates
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You fools are probably (scared?) so gather you stupid posse and get me before I move to Aussy and they crucify me
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Fuck your new Versace, you can get a cutthroat and deep-throat a dick ¡®til it¡¯s poking out through your butthole
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Swallow the nut whole, this shit is X-rated
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Ya¡¯ll kept playin¡¯ on devilish ground ¡®til you met Satan
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I stomp on you 'til you chest cave in and neck breaking
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You better be keepin¡¯ you mouth shut like your breath stinkin'
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There really isn't anyway I can be less blatant
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So face it, you basically fuck, my brain is corrupt
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This little bar ? I¡¯m raising it up
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And you can watch me catapult after you finish licking Jarren¡¯s anus and nuts
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It¡¯s Knock Madness!
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Who's There?
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Hopsin |