Hopsin - AOL Shut Down lyrics

Man, I don't know what the fuck these
Dudes are tryna diss me and shit, man
They ain't even on my level and they ain't
Never going to be on my level
I ain't even gotta try that hard
Ya know what I'm saying
They put their fullest into
Their disses and shit, and I
Just fucking go shit some now
Real quick, you know, it's that easy
They will never be on my level
And I'm speaking the truth
They know it, they might deny it
But they fucking know it deep down inside
Their mom and dad know it, their homies
Know it, my homies know it
We all fucking know
It they ain't got one hit song, they mixtape
All their shit, my shit is all original
My beats just keep it real with this shit
I ain't try to be like nobody else


Yeah they say I try to be like Eminem
I'm just my doing what the fuck I'm doing
They never see nobody do that shit before
They're fuckin' getting jealous, 'cause their
Shit is just bullshit, know what I'm saying?
But for all you motherfuckers out
There who thought Hopsin
Wasn't gon' make his comeback
Man, what comeback, i ain't never left!
Fuck you language arts, Wicky Rosco
Whatever the
Fuck your name is, fuck you Chops
And fuck you Perez! LET'S GO!

So I sound like Eminem, okay now
Go ahead and lie say you
Didn't jock Soslay style
Talkin' all that shit
Sayin' I'm on the shelf
Listen to your ass bitch
You describing yourself
Man you wish you was me
But y'all ain't like me you out your mind
Thinkin' I'ma finna get ate by teens
I'ma put you in your place too
Dissin' me just ain't cool
Rosco and Chops friends for life
Y'all some gay dudes
Y'all ain't no real recording artist
With that wack rap
I'm better then y'all and I'ma
DIE! over that fact
And I don't even know what hype
These fools to push me
The day they eat me it'll be
The day I grew a pussy
This shit is mine and I'll
Never give the game up
Especially to a studio
Gangster from Pennsylvania
Last time that I dissed lang he
Was filled with aches of pain
Now he coming back a year
Later then just change
His name what? to Rosco what? Is he fakin'?
I could've sworn that motherfucking
Rap name was taken now what you doing man?
It's s'pposed to be a secret
Plus nobody else take
Noticed this so I'ma keep it
Plus nobody noticed that your sister
Is a freak bitch
'Cause, I been talkin' to her
Myspaceing her every weekend
She wanna fly down and deep throat
Me up to I be skeetin'
That's all the bitch is good for
So after that she'll be leaving
The bitch is just a motherfuckin' prostitute
Run up in your crib
And have me telling my ass not to shoot
And I'm a nice guy man
I ain't gonna rape your mama dude
I'ma put a gun to you and
Make you beat your momma's coot
You done fuck with the wrong fucking guy
This ain't just rapping, this
Is real fucking life, bitch
And Chop you think you're stopping me cuz
Listen to your shit man fix your quality up
Your mother fucking vocals are
Just super loud i popped your diss in
And it blew my subwoofer out
Y'all think you slick with your hard on rap
Dissin' AOL rappers, when you are those cats
Man! All your music's just a big old lie
You based your rap career
Off what's happening online
How many damn songs you hear
Me share about these motherfuckers (NONE)
'Cause, I don't really care
'bout these motherfuckers
I don't collaborate with none
Of y'all 'cause actually
You ain't worthy enough to hop up
On a track with me
Y'all trying your hardest while I'm
Having fun with this shit
Fuck the chatrooms, the battles man
I'm done with this shit
So, fuck all y'all, fuck all y'all
Fuck all y'all, fuck all y'all
Fuck all y'all, fuck all y'all

Fuck all y'all, fuck all y'all
Fuck all y'all, fuck all y'all
(stop, stop, stop it)

Stop, cut it off, cut it off
I forgot somebody
Perez, you thought I was going to
Let you slide my friend? Oh, no!

Hit it! This is for México motherfucker!
You talk with me too much 'migo
I tried to told you 'migo once
But you don't listen to me!

Buenos dias, Perez, adios
Buenos dias, Perez, adios
Buenos dias, Perez, adios my friend
Buenos dias, Perez, adios my friend

Fuck me little, vato
I put you in the pothole
Don't you know fuckers take me
I'm coming from the barrio (dale oh)
I'm crazy like the crazy guys
I'll just punch you in the face and
Give us just a lazy eye
I don't really know why you
Think you can beat me
I'll come to your house, with Joker
En Creepy
En Sneeky, En Pipi, En Carlos, En Ricky
Jorge christie, who's freaky
Ooh! Dale oh!
Dale it's over
It's over turn it off, it's over, dale