Ill Mind of Hopsin 4 Lyrics

Ill Mind of Hopsin 4 - Hopsin

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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'mma torture yours, leaving morbid sores

I promise you it will be 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 bold 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'mma 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 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 beastie 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 who bringing me drama, homie please be ghost

The only reason I'm being aggressive is 'cause we need hope

"Hey yo 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 cock block wack shit, now get ready for Knock Madness