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    Ill Mind Of Hopsin 4
    
    
    Check it, I 
used to be the 
goofy man you hounded  The 
Special Ed kid at lunchtime the 
bitches wouldn't stand around with  I 
would jack off so much back at my parents' house  And now my dick has a 
permanent imprint of my hand around it  Life was lame, I 
had to pay money to fuck a 
whore  I 
couldn't pull a 
damn anorexic bitch in a 
tug-o-war  But then I 
made enough money for me to fund a 
tour  Now the 
ladies show me the 
goodies under their wonderbra  I'm going door to door, with foreign swords  Causing more than war slaying rappers, commercial or horrorcore  So hold your head cause I'm a 
torture yours, leave them open sores  I 
promise you it'll be more than hard to ignore the 
gore  Hip hop's dead, and I'm the 
lucky savior  I'm kinda mad and I 
don't wanna pile up the 
anger  All these no-flow, gimmicky ass fired up behaviors  With wack beats and gap teeth like Tyler the 
Creator  Motherfucker, you not dope  So you tryna get some attention by cussing and eating a 
fucking cockroach?  And Goblin? You get no props on it  It sucks so much I 
get blowjobs from it  I 
been told you niggas, "I'm real! "  If you wack and no one's confronted you on your bullshit, then I 
will  Hate on me, but you can't deny skill  I 
crush all the 
momentum that you guys build with my eyes sealed  You faggots got me cussing  And only reason you probably buzzing  Is cause you slave as an Illuminati puppet  Y'all really on one, beat it, you're gone, done  You think real niggas feeling your shit? C'mon son!  I'm the 
illest and that's fo' shizzle  My flow sizzles, yo boy Hop go hard like some cold nipples  You niggas are making it so simple  My swag makes the 
ladies wave like fat stomachs with bone ripples  I 
know you niggas wish you could prevent it  Cause I 
get buck like my Kool Aid's got way too much sugar in it  You better run like I'm booger flicking  Homie I've been good at rapping, now I'm tryna get gooder with it  So I'm a 
just go beast, and bring that West coast heat  Cause I'll be damned if you flex on me  The 
radio is filled with garbage over techno beats  And all these songs about cash are what we just don't need  Yo, nobody care about how much money you stack  I 
murder everything I 
touch, buddy, move back  Got enough guts to sew trash and bust up your fluke act  And leave your fans saying, "How the 
fuck does he do that? "  My ranking is vicious, you thinking it isn't?  Come pay me a 
visit if you feel that you may be offended  Baby I'm wicked, crazy and sick and with the 
face of a 
nimwit  I'll be calling out names but I 
ain't taking attendance  Some bitch was like, "Hop, you got me crying  Cause you said I 
could call you while you out on tour  Shit and I 
be trying, I 
even text you, but you not replying  So when your new shit finally drop, that's one album I 
will not be buying  What, You're too Hollywood? And you don't even have two minutes?  Ever since you got your buzz, you don't know how bad you tripping  You went to that ho's house last night and you said that you didn't  I 
seen your pic on Facebook, the 
skank bitch done tagged you in it"  I 
got put on with the 
beasty flow  Now the 
sluts, they wanna bone when they see me, whoa!  So I 
must, I 
take 'em home, let the 
wee wee grow  Then I 
bust from different strokes like the 
TV show  See when I 
be coming through kicking it raw, niggas like, "Gee, he's dope"  If there's anyone throwing dirt at my name then you know he be toast  For all of you rappers that be bringing me drama, homie please be ghost  The 
only reason I'm being aggressive is cause we need hope  "Hopsin, I 
fucking love you, cause you supply the 
best rhymes  Since your flow is kinda strange, you should sign with Tech N9ne  You design erect lines, who am I 
to just lie?  Every single night I 
play your music right at bedtime  And usually I'm not into dark dick  I 
wanna do something freaky enough to win your heart with"  I 
say, "What you wanna do? " She say, "It's simple, Marcus  I 
wanna blow it before you put it in like a 
Nintendo cartridge"  Bitch, I'm hotter than a 
UV ray  Hotter than the 
thought of Nicki Minaj naked, making her booty shake  Hot enough to pull up to your show and steal your groupie date  Hot enough to melt the 
ice cream that's on Gucci's face  And now you having hot flashes  All the 
shit that you ever wanted in one MC, Hop has it  Don't rap if you do not practice  I 
cockblock wack shit, now get ready for Knock Madness  
 
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