Hopsin, Swizzz - Jungle Bash lyrics

Oh shit we 'bout to go to the mother
Fuckin' jungle in this bitch

Uh, yeah yo, you gain some you lose some
I blaze like some hookah i rock the crowd
Leave the fuckin' place lookin' gruesome
How you think you killin' shit
With basic ass maneuvers? (What?)
The games fake
Filled with more snakes than Medusa
I'm goin' Hollywood (hah) you was lied to
I only buy it if it benefit's survival
I had a busted whip but real
Shit it didn't drive smooth
I had to open up the door
To order in the drive thru
I'm so rugged and low budget, so fuck it
I'm cold blooded
To top it off, all the hoes love it
Go dumb, leave the microphone bloody see?
I'm so cold yall might leave
With your nose running
See I got a fat flow, putting bars to rest
I roll up like I'm rick Ross's Neck
Ripping it up and keeping it
Funky like I'm DAS EFX
I'm flawless? Yes my flow
Will dissolve your flesh, c'mon

Me and my boy, we've been on it for years
You might get snatched up if you
Try to come around here
Say Ehhh! (Ehhh) Ayeee! (Ayeee)
Me and my boy, we've been on it for years
You might get snatched up if you
Try to come around here
Say Ehhh! (Ehhh) Ayeee! (Ayeee)

Alright! Let's have fun Hop! Woo! C'mon!
S W, I am not here to trouble you
I just came to chill, sip and drink
And smoke a blunt or two
Slicker than a tub of lube
Blow me like a cup of soup
Had to fly to Decatur and
Came back huffing glue
Thanks Jarren, I could use a new habit
Turn the volume to the max so
We can knock it like madness
We been on this shit for years
And we still doin’ damage
You’re at a disadvantage, take cover
The bomb has been planted
We bout to blow up like a doll
Little nigga don’t get involved
The way she shakin’ her booty
Her parents would be appalled
The temperatures heating up and I’m
Stripping down to my drawers
Exceeding my limit's, forget it
We bouncin’ off the walls (watch out)
You’re coming up short like a
Midget up on his knees
Nigga please, I carry ‘round sore enemies
What the fuck you mean? We ain’t gonna stop
So stop
You got it twisted like the bottom line
Bwa-bwaaaaa boo yea

Me and my boy, we've been on it for years
You might get snatched up if you
Try to come around here
Say Ehhh! (Ehhh) Ayeee! (Ayeee)
Me and my boy, we've been on it for years
You might get snatched up if you
Try to come around here
Say Ehhh! (Ehhh) Ayeee! (Ayeee)

If y'all down with the H-O-P
And three Z's then please, repeat after me
Say ay! Ay! Ayy! (Ay! Ay! Ayy)
If y'all down with the H-O-P
And three Z's then please, repeat after me
Say Ay ay ay yeah! (Ay ay ay yeah)

Yo, we keepin’ it raw, now hand me the ball
And I’m a score for sho though
We killin’ the villain and
Touchin’ the ceiling
The minute we walk in the door
I been the remedy
Niggas is feelin’ me when I
Be droppin’ the dope flow
Drillin’ my enemies, when they be grillin’ me
Niggas know Hop is loco, fo sho tho
And I still got you for the low dough
Yo, you wanna learn to body a track
Come to the dojo you know bro
The closest they get is probably a photo
Yea these niggas ain’t allowed to pick
Up a mic no more

Me and my boy, we've been on it for years
You might get snatched up if you
Try to come around here
Say Ehhh! (Ehhh) Ayeee! (Ayeee)
Me and my boy, we've been on it for years
You might get snatched up if you
Try to come around here
Say Ehhh! (Ehhh) Ayeee! (Ayeee)

Ha, it’s the Jungle Bash (yee)
Yea (ow) Hopsin (Hop) three Z’s (me)
Mr swizZzle Fish (hahaha hi)
Yea, Funk Volume (what? Yup)
Its Funk Volume (ha, yup)
Its Funk Volume (uh, naw)
FV motherfucker (hoo hoo)