Hopsin - ILL mind of Hopsin 4 (with lyrics) скачать видео бесплатно

[Intro]

Uh oh uh oh huh huh huh uh oh huh huh huh huh uh oh (x4)

Hop! (Repeated)

Check it

[Hopsin]

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 is lame, I had to pay money to fuck a whore

I couldn't pull a damn anorexic bitch in a tug of 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 cuz I'mma torture your leave them open soars

I promise you it'll be hard to ignore the gore

Hip-Hop's dead, and I'm the lucky savior

I'm kinda mad, and I don't want a pile up the anger

All these no-flow, gimmicky ass fired up behaviors

With whack beats and gap teeth like Tyler the Creator

Motherfucker, you not dope

So you trying to get some attention by cussing and eating a fucking cockroach?

And Goblin (gobblin') 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 whack 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 cuz you slave as an Illuminati puppet

Y'all really are one

Beat it, you're gone, done

You think real niggas feeling your shit? C'mon son!

I'm the illest in this 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

Cuz I get bucked like my Kool Aid got way too much sugar in it

You better run like I'm booger flicking

Homie I've been good at rapping, I'm tryina get gooder with it

So I'mma just go beast, and bring that West Coast heat

Cuz I'll be damned if you flex on me

The radio is filled with garbage over techno beats

And all these songs about cash is 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?

Can 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 can 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 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 the 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 with 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'd be toast

For all of you rappers who bringing me drama, homie please be ghost

Only reason why I'm being aggressive is cuz we need hope

"Ayo Hopsin, I fucking love you, cuz 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 uh

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 said, "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 emcee, Hop has it

Don't rap if you do not practice

I cockblock whack shit

Now get ready for Knock Madness