Hopsin - Lunch Time Cypher lyrics

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[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… 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 .. 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, “ha, 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 rainbow!

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 go and remember my name, hoe!

Hook:

Is 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'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:

Is 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?

Don't get this shit confused

You’re not a person your delicious food

No matter your race,birth place,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 gotta travel through the woods 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 Safeway

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:

Is 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?

[Outro:]

Yeah hah! Took it back to lunchtime on these motherfuckers son!

Yeah, yeah, yeah Funk Volume

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