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Yo, White eyes, black tee
Ill rhymes, thatâs me
Hollywood is now labeled as lame
But Iâve been on that raw shit since I came in the game
Fuck this! Rap niggas trying act like they punk rock
Tight jeans, Mohawks screaming âfuck copsâ
Yâall should all get your fucking nuts chopped
You all look like you suck cock
Bust shots if you hate me
Yup thatâll fix the problem
Put me out there, leave it up to
Mr. Goblin
To contribute to all the bull shits thatâs dropping
So he can take his kids out Christmas shopping
Look at the niggas I am spitting circles around
Verbal profound lyrics make them hurdle the town
They washed up till they gurgle and drown
Their whole dynasty Iâm burning it down
Funk Volume, youâve heard of it now
I kick the bitches out (and let the girls in)
You baby daddy shouts (you stole my girlfriend)
You see Iâm on the prowl (I make the world spin round)
Welcome to the pain in my life (yeah baby)
Suicide, (huh?) trust I might
Tell them what my motto is âFuck my lifeâ
Donât need alcohol to help me cut
my
wife
So much rage I could crush
my
mic
See I woke up on the wrong side of my bed
My brain works but the whole left side of itâs dead
Thereâs a little small gremlin inside of my head
And lately Iâve been feeling like Iâve been living life on the edge
But wait a minute, this ainât a gimmick. I canât pretend it
Iâm a scream it loud to the world just incase that they forget it
Be careful of some of the knowledge that you take from critics
They tryin to execute a nigga but I stay committed
New topic, mind over matter
Never needed my arms to climb up a ladder
You whack niggas donât ever show signs of a rapper
Is it getting to serious for you? Why, whatâs the matter yo?
Yeah, the black manâs bad
There is no topic my raps canât smash
The state of hip hop that canât pass
Itâs all full of shit like a fat manâs ass (eww)
Will yâall please just enough trust
In you mother fuckers to leave the rust of us stuck
I turn my head and now your messing stuff up
All that *autotune* Just shut the fuck up
(Damn) Iâm rude and so wicked
Iâll make sure you never blow up like a balloon with a hole in it
I knock hustlers for a living
Got muscles for the women
Got puzzles for the cheering (Blaow)
Plus I got a sick deliver
Thatâll have you niggas shivering
And stunned from bombs I drop lyrically
You canât touch my shit
So Iâm going to end it just like this
SUCK MY DICK
- Album:
- Pound Syndrome
- Knock Madness
- Hop Is Back (Single)
- Hop Madness (Single)
- Ill Mind of Hopsin 5 (Single)
- Raw
- Gazing At the Moonlight
- Pans In the Kitchen (Single)
- Miscellaneous
- Non-Album Releases
- False Advertisement
- Bout the Business - Single
- Bout the Business
- Ill Mind of Hopsin 8
- Ill Mind Of Hopsin 8 - Single
- Rip Your Heart Out (feat. Tech N9ne) - Single
- Ill Mind 6: Old Friend - Single
- Compilation
- Fly
- New Era, Vol. 2