Intro:
Yo man
Let's take this shit back to fucking high school lunch time cyphers
When mother fuckers was beat boxing
And kicking ill ass flows in the fucking cafeteria
Fuck all that Hollywood shit!
Best fucking rap, man
Yo, check it!

Hook: 
This that high school lunch time cypher
I might just step in this bitch and fuck ya life up
I hope the principal doesn't come and give me your write up
Now who the fuck I gotta snatch the mic from?

I spend a long time trying to build the buzz
Hop is in the building, cause step to me a bonus battlefield, 
You know I will erupt! 
Didn't change, I'm still a nut
The girls seen my skills are up
So I be getting head every single night like a pillow does
When a nigga be flow bashing 
You know I be keeping it old fashioned
My compassion is so tragic on instrumentals when I toe jag it
Throw dirt on me? Then guard your face and stomach
Cause I'm swinging on you like ya ass cheeks had a rope hanging from it
I'm out my mind, I can't configure it, I'm way too niggerish! 
I tried to read the Bible but I'm straight illiterate
When anger… I put myself in strange predicaments
They labeled this as sick
The doctor says to take some ritalin
Man, I'm a lunatic, rocking a crucifix
I'll mack on any chick I feel who got the cutest tits
I'm wanted, fugitive, robbing yo whip to cruise in it
See, I'm the only kid on Elm Street that Freddy Krueger skipped.
Pants sagging cause they too loose to fit, I'm torturous! 
Grab a hammer and nail for your front door and board it shut
I stare deep in ya eyes, rip out your soul and absorb it up
And have Biggie Smalls yelling out, "call the coroner!"
My groupies stay horny, they always call to say, 
“Hopsin, can you fly me out to Cali? Please pay for me?”
I make that pussy pop for you like you skateboarding
Then you can come inside like a hurricane warning
I got a lot of sluts, I like to call Hopsilut
But now I feel like having sex with these bitches is not enough
I needed something new for moments when I gotta bust
So lately I've been beating my dick with a pair of boxing gloves.
I got the maddest rhymes, how dare yo ass deny?
I'll stab you in the brain with a knife
You can keep that in mind! 
You talking shit inside yo house?
Cool! Fine! Fuck it! 
I'll break in and stomp you out inside of it
Ain't trying to be ya friend
I'll knock you out and when you wake up
I'll just be standing there with a mischievous grin
Like, “huh, we meet again!”
I'll puncture yo skin with a crack fiend's syringe
And drill your nut sack to the seat you’re in! 
You want props? You don't deserve it, you're not ill! 
I won't stop 'til every rapper lurking has got chills! 
Why these niggas acting like they certainly pop steels
When only time they carry heat is serving the hot meal? 
Since I was young and on the mission to make dough 
Put all my niggas on like the shit was a slay bone
So tell me why your song sound like skittles and rainbow
That’s a deal, give away, you love and listen the Wayne bro!
I’m sick and deranged when I’m spitting this strange flow
Stuck my dick in the game, that’s the business I came for
Witness my pay growth, I don’t kick in with lame folks 
Simple and plain, oh, you gone remember my name, hoe!

Hook:
This that high school lunchtime cypher
I might just step in this bitch and fuck your life up
I hope the principal doesn't come and give me a write up
Now who the fuck have i gotta snatch the mic from

Don't get this shit confused
You’re not a person your delicious food
No matter your place, birth, or religious views
All you niggas getting chewed
I eat a rapper, fitted cap first and then I spit out his tennis shoes
Missing screws in my top, I don’t have the patience
I grab the chop and leave you niggas eradicated
I never let the doctor give me shots I'm unvaccinated
And I have small pox you can have a blanket
Get assassinated and get left with broken bones
If you go in the woods make sure you don't go alone
I'm fucking bitches in a mobile home
Like a mutated nigga from the hills have eyes with no Trojan on
This is paranormal activity with a dagger
I have paranormal tendencies y'all just a pair of normal rappers
So why you talking like you not defenseless?
I punch you ten times in the mouth
And have your pussy asses hopping fences
I got suspended for a few weeks in the 8th grade
When the principal caught me on the street trying spray paint
I bought a dozen eggs from ,,,
And threw threw it at the motherfuckers house on the same day
You can get it the same way
I'm making bitch niggas walk the plank
In crocodile infested water mixed with toxic waste
Bury you alive with a camera strapped across your face
Then come back 2 weeks later and watch the tape
You cried like a bitch trying to make the coffin break
You died like a bitch instead of trying to concentrate
I'm here to depopulate on the red carpet with a sniper rifle
Taking out any nigga you nominate
So if you see me as soon as you turn the news on
Chances are I laid a nigga down like a futon
While you at work dealing with groceries and coupons
I got your bitch tossing my salad pass the croutons

Hook: 
This that high school lunchtime cypher
I might just step in this bitch and fuck your life up
Fuck the principal he can coma and give me a write up
Now who the fuck I gotta snatch the mic from

I'll snatch it from anyone when I dance with Satan
And detach more wigs than every female cancer patient 
That ever cared for a transformation
With a … sweeter than a diabetic amputation
When I split niggas, clipped quicker than big pictures
Heads get bodied with a single line like a stick figure
Cause my words are wild, and when I write
They can't wait for the sentence like family victims of a murder trial
Openly flow potently, tighter than the choke-hold needed
To put the Incredible Hulk to sleep
Tighter than the boatload of soldiers that stormed Normandy
Tighter than the hairy twat with the Virgin Mary's ovaries.
They choke up like their throats cut when I show up
To keep the competition win-free like Oprah
Cause when I work with Hopsin, everybody who's hip
Is getting kilt like a skirt from Scotland
Then I'll cock-back quicker than mouse traps
And stare as they pull out their hair like magicians tricking with top hats
I got foreign objects
That'll get you Captain America like Marvel Comics.
With a strap like star guitarists
When this lead of mine see ahead in time like Nostradamus
Or swift… that swing left like crip flags
Will be the reason you break necks like whiplash!
So who the fuck wants war with this?
Distorted thoughts morphed this author to Spartacus
When he balls his fists around the swords he lifts with the force of a horses kick
Multiplied by the reason why god exists, and makes Thor his bitch!
Horror flick like imagery, organs everywhere, you would swear I was orchestrating a Symphony!
It's passion, the force within him will cause 
The critics to look and drop dead like gorgeous women, hah!

Hook:
This that high school lunchtime cypher
I might just step in this bitch and fuck your life up
I hope the principal doesn't come and give me a write up
Now who the fuck have i gotta snatch the mic from

Outro:
Yeah hah! Took it back to lunchtime on these motherfuckers son!
Yeah, yeah, yeah Funk Volume<br />
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			         Thanks to Horsy