The world is a mess
With you and bes
You need to shut the hell up, big red
Before I beat u up and send u cryin in yo bed
u think u hardcore and all that, but u aint all that
I’ll prove it by beating you down to the mat
You cant rap, and thats a fuckin fact
so just get off yo computer and stop yo motherfucking act
Let real rappers do their thing, cuz they no good shit
if you dont that ill give u a hard hit
and im speakin the truth right there
cuz bitch, when you rap, on one will really care
maybe you need a vacation so get the hell outta town
and bitch dont talk shit to me cuz i will put the smackdown
And I still look less fresh than Kanye West
So, give me the hand lotion
And phone Frank Ocean
I want to know his exact man-to-man quotient
I'm loopy, that's limey for "so loco"
I run and rub my crotch upon an old hobo
Whilst shouting over my shoulder "No homo!"
Because fuck it, you know, "YOLO!"
Righty ho, that's Drake's act copied
Who am I body bagging next, A$AP Rocky?
I suppose I could, but I ain't that cocky
I've already had two chains snatched off me
It's time for payback, probably
I pack a nine-inch winky, they attract totty
And occasionally, I may strap shotties
But usually I'll do a drive-by screwface at posses
Sneeze and leave the seats of my Maybach snotty
Green windows looking like they're made of stained glass, Gothic
I'm a misanthropic proper maniac, potty
I got crunk off a straight black coffee
It was a bad idea to take that straitjacket off me
You just don't have the power to restrain that, Scotty
I rap with an ill mind, "Hey, that's Hoppy!"
I'll tear his fucking face off, take that, Robbie!
Your production quality is way bad, sloppy
Or is your wave compression rate that lossy?
"How can Hopsin be the one that he's dissing?"
I'm just showing I can do this and still win the competition
Just admit you can't spell
You're like Gary Barlow's smell
And I mean he stinks like shit
Like your mum and her brown ass and grit
Last edited by Nagato; May 17, 2013 at 04:51 PM.