Kumbaya, my Lord, I might say things that you might not support When do I drop the torch? Bless my enemies, which whom I mop the floor with It´s true, my thoughts are morbid
I´ma do my job, of course, shit Can´t fit in my shoes, niggas wishin´ I lose I´ma get it like, "Woo"
I done left it all behind me in Cali´ While yellin´ goodbye to my family I had to do a little soul search (Yeah) All of my demons kept on fightin´ and scrappin´ Inside of my mind, I was crashin´ Maybe I was having a growth spurt (Uh) They tell me I should go out and mingle, it don´t work (What?) I´ve contemplated on whether or not to smoke Purp (No) Think you sick in the head? Come visit my shed I live on the edge, let´s jump, shit, I´ll go first Mmm, yikes, quite preposterous (Yeah)
White kids soaking up the hype up off it Hi, I´m Hopsin, I´m obnoxious I´ve been token like the guy from Boston Watch me rise to top ten (Yeah) You know what I mean? Ain´t no one like me I´ma turn all of my haters to some overnight fiends I done made a lot of money from exposing my grief (What?) Flow catch bodies like it´s COVID-19, nigga Bitch, listen, I´m exerting the gas fumes I´m the asshole who goes to work in a bad mood (Yeah) Me and my alter ego make a murderous rap group (Uh) I´m handin´ beef to niggas like I´m servin´ up fast food (Yeah) I should´ve been spazzed, now the burden has passed through
Haters wanna laugh at all the hurdles I ran through But the word on the avenue (What?) Is now they wanna watch UP Like a fuckin´ pervert in the bathroom Nigga, ew, yuck (Yuh) The ladies always tell me I´m a real cunt (Yuh) These wack motherfuckers, that´s a meal lunch (Yeah) On every instrumental, I´ma spill guts And I´m still nuts (Hello) Like RoboCop´s scrotum I´m givin´ niggas Hell but I really hope I´m not goin´ And if I do, I´m pullin´ up with hoes in my foreign While the Man above is watchin´ with his Coke and popcorn
Well I guess I´m a villain, labeled as strange Labeled a clown, labeled deranged Labeled as someone you might put to shame Labeled a freak, who´s unable to change I´m sick in the head, I´m sick with the grind I am not someone you casually find Where is the light? Give me a sign ´Cause I got way too much shit on my mind And I´ma get it all out
Kumbaya, my Lord, I might say things that you might not support When do I drop the torch? Bless my enemies, which whom I mop the floor with It´s true, my thoughts are morbid I´ma do my job, of course, shit Can´t fit in my shoes, niggas wishin´ I lose
I´ma get it like, "Woo"
I been noticing a shift in the industry Too many niggas who appear to be gritty Flashin´ they nice jewels (What?) Braggin´ about some pills and packin´ a rifle (What?) You just gon´ be another rapper that dies soon (Boom) That´s another body off the market Rigor mortis seen him before police saw the carcass Some of these niggas really ´bout it They gon´ show you all the corners Now your mamma gotta see you droppin´ slowly on a harness Shit, it might be me next, I really mean it The reject that you all love, I ain´t He-Man
Some niggas ain´t got a piss to pot, they can pee in They hate the planet so they come at you lookin´ for revenge That´s why I gotta go to sleep with the nine tucked Niggas creepin´ up, fuck it, I ain´t leavin´ survivors One squeeze and your spine bust Ugh, actually, I don´t want yo´ dirty corpse on my carpet Get the fuck out of here My attitude is that of a Hulk smash Mixed with Tony Montana snortin´ bags of his coke stash If it´s true that I´m a savage at cold rap I might as well rock a white jacket and Pulp hat Dissin´ me is like having your throat gagged
And fucked ´til your insides saggin´ and prolapse Big and ´Pac was a tragedy, no cap But hearing me rap is like having ´em both back Yeah, so how can you deny ??? Livin´ on cloud nine, better believe the altitude is high Niggas say, "The game´s better, Hopsin, now that you´ve arrived" ´Bout to lace you motherfuckers with an album you can buy Yes, I had to go retarded, I was dropped at birth (Yah) Fuck all y´all, I´ma let my cock disperse I got a constant urge to let the bombs emerge And only time I´m worn out is when it´s Hopsin merch
I´m a villain, labeled as strange
Labeled a clown, labeled deranged Labeled as someone you might put to shame Labeled a freak, who´s unable to change I´m sick in the head, I´m sick with the grind I am not someone you casually find Where is the light? Give me a sign ´Cause I got way too much shit on my mind And I´ma get it all out
Kumbaya, my Lord, I might say things that you might not support When do I drop the torch? Bless my enemies, which whom I mop the floor with It´s true, my thoughts are morbid I´ma do my job, of course, shit Can´t fit in my shoes, niggas wishin´ I lose I´ma get it like, "Woo"