Hopsin - Hang Out the Zipper lyrics
[Hopsin - Hang Out the Zipper lyrics]
Every morning my dick gets bigger
(Bigger) , bigger (Bigger)
So I just let it hang right out the zipper
(Wha, what's my name?)
You should already know
(Wha, what's my name?)
You should already know
This ain't no motherfucking guessing game
Bitch
Yo, my name's Hop, it's not a secret I hide
See, I love rap music, I try to keep it alive
Same time I'm the nigga that
All the people despise
'Cause, I have to go commercial
Their policy is to lie
Follow me, you'll inspire
We'll damage shit on the way
Slamming the older strings 'til I panic
Hit on the brakes
Then crash in the open waist
Smashing the shoulder blades
And gassing the motor sprays 'til
Their asses explode in flames
Not a celebrity, never kick it on Beverly
Heavily dropping bombs
I'm breakin' it with no set of keys
I sever weak rappers who not on my pedigree
'Cause on a tombstone is as hard
As your name will ever be
I hope you lockin' the doors
I'm an unstoppable force
I'm on fire, you cannot get the torch
I got a spot in the source, no
I did not get endorsed
See I'm just doin' what I do
And gettin' props in the course, you know?
Every morning my dick gets bigger
(Bigger) , bigger (Bigger)
So I just let it hang right out the zipper
(Wha, what's my name?)
You should already know
(Wha, what's my name?)
You should already know
This ain't no motherfucking guessing game
Bitch
You wanna hate on me just
'cause I rap sinful?
I beat the fuck out of you
Then beat it back in you in a packed venue
Stab your ass with a snapped pencil
Then stomp on your fuckin' spinal
Cords 'til your back's crippled
I'm iller than a flat chest
Bitch with fat nipples
And ash ripples who talks with a snag whistle
And claims that her crabs tickle, homie
It's that simple i dedicate my life to come
Up with these bad insults
Drove to Young Money in a broke old whip
And jumped on Lil Wayne with a pogo
Stick 'til I broke both hips
Hop ain't takin' no more shit
I put you rappers in a chokehold quick
So you can go blow dick, bitch
Hop's a demon, my wild image is not deceiving
I spit like a slutty bitch
Who doesn't swallow semen
I like beefing 'cause I'm not a vegan
So I got a reason to cut you up
And then eat you with the proper seasonin'
Every morning my dick gets bigger
(Bigger) , bigger (Bigger)
So I just let it hang right out the zipper
(Wha, what's my name?)
You should already know
(Wha, what's my name?)
You should already know
This ain't no motherfucking guessing game
Bitch
(Bigger) , bigger (Bigger)
So I just let it hang right out the zipper
(Wha, what's my name?)
You should already know
(Wha, what's my name?)
You should already know
This ain't no motherfucking guessing game
Bitch
Yo, my name's Hop, it's not a secret I hide
See, I love rap music, I try to keep it alive
Same time I'm the nigga that
All the people despise
'Cause, I have to go commercial
Their policy is to lie
Follow me, you'll inspire
We'll damage shit on the way
Slamming the older strings 'til I panic
Hit on the brakes
Then crash in the open waist
Smashing the shoulder blades
And gassing the motor sprays 'til
Their asses explode in flames
Not a celebrity, never kick it on Beverly
Heavily dropping bombs
I'm breakin' it with no set of keys
I sever weak rappers who not on my pedigree
'Cause on a tombstone is as hard
As your name will ever be
I hope you lockin' the doors
I'm an unstoppable force
I'm on fire, you cannot get the torch
I got a spot in the source, no
I did not get endorsed
See I'm just doin' what I do
And gettin' props in the course, you know?
Every morning my dick gets bigger
(Bigger) , bigger (Bigger)
So I just let it hang right out the zipper
(Wha, what's my name?)
You should already know
(Wha, what's my name?)
You should already know
This ain't no motherfucking guessing game
Bitch
You wanna hate on me just
'cause I rap sinful?
I beat the fuck out of you
Then beat it back in you in a packed venue
Stab your ass with a snapped pencil
Then stomp on your fuckin' spinal
Cords 'til your back's crippled
I'm iller than a flat chest
Bitch with fat nipples
And ash ripples who talks with a snag whistle
And claims that her crabs tickle, homie
It's that simple i dedicate my life to come
Up with these bad insults
Drove to Young Money in a broke old whip
And jumped on Lil Wayne with a pogo
Stick 'til I broke both hips
Hop ain't takin' no more shit
I put you rappers in a chokehold quick
So you can go blow dick, bitch
Hop's a demon, my wild image is not deceiving
I spit like a slutty bitch
Who doesn't swallow semen
I like beefing 'cause I'm not a vegan
So I got a reason to cut you up
And then eat you with the proper seasonin'
Every morning my dick gets bigger
(Bigger) , bigger (Bigger)
So I just let it hang right out the zipper
(Wha, what's my name?)
You should already know
(Wha, what's my name?)
You should already know
This ain't no motherfucking guessing game
Bitch