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 goin' door to door, with foreign swords Causin' more than war Slayin' rappers, commercial or horrorcore So, hold your head, 'cause I'ma torture yours Leavin' 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 cussin' And eatin' a fuckin' cockroach? In 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 cussin' And only reason you probably buzzin' Is 'cause you slave as an Illuminati puppet Y'all really on one, beat it, you're gone, done You think real niggas feelin' your shit? C'mon, son! I'm the illest and that's fo' shizzle My flow sizzles, your boy Hop go hard like some cold nipples You niggas are makin' 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-flickin' Homie, I've been good at rappin' Now I'm tryin' to get gooder with it So I'ma 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 sayin', how the fuck does he do that? My rankin' is vicious, you thinkin' 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 callin' out names, but I ain't takin' attendance Some bitch was like Hop, you got me cryin' 'Cause you said I could call you While you out on tour, shit, and I be tryin' I even text you, but you not replyin' So when your new shit finally drop That's one album I will not be buyin' 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 trippin' 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 comin' through Kickin' 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 bringin' me drama Homie, please, be ghost The only reason I'm bein' aggressive is 'cause we need hope Hey yo, Hopsin, I fuckin' love you 'Cause you supply the best rhymes Since your flow is kinda strange You should sign with Tech Nine 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 somethin' 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 Makin' her booty shake Hot enough to pull up to yo' show and steal yo' groupie date Hot enough to melt the ice cream that's on Gucci's face And now you havin' 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