King Los, Royce da 5'9", Hopsin - Everybody's A Bitch lyrics

Yo, don't even ask me (Nope)
Your ho in the backseat
(Yup) I dove in it fastly
Oh she was nasty (O oh)
Inappropriate ass cheeks
(O oh) I was hopin' to actually
Fill her jaw with all my testicle ooze
Film it all and maybe text it to you
I'm feelin' awesome
You should step in my shoes
I'm ill in Boston with the rest of my crew
You flexin' on who?
(Who?) Try to start a problem with a nigga
Then you gon' be stuck (Gon' be stuck)
Somebody gotta end up on bottom
Man, I'm tellin' you, it won't be us
(Won't be us)
Overly confident when I'm pulling up
On women as I hold these nuts (Oh he's nuts)
I talk a little gibberish
Then get inside that pussy with the OG thrust
I wrote this dope
Just hope it flows to pay off
Wrote this coast to coast provokin' chaos
Folks suppose the closest clone is Adolf
Don't get close 'cause bones get
Broke and ate off (Yikes)
Rockin' all black like Batman (Batman)
Slap a nigga with a back hand (Back hand)
I'm swaggin' on your motherfuckin' rap clan
(Rap clan)
I see through you niggas like a CAT scan
I've been the truth since fourteen
Been on and always let loose with mo' steam
Lit like a nigga off juice and codeine
Breakin' all laws, actin' rude to police
Bitch, here's a nut you can use for protein
Y'all niggas don't be producin' no heat
I ride the beat smooth and cruise it slowly
Fuck jewels and Rollies, bitch niggas
All you below me
'Cause everybody's a bitch if you ask me
If you ask me if you ask me, if you ask me
Everybody's a bitch if you ask me
I fuck around and take everybody
Bitch if you ask me but don't ask me
Don't ask me nigga, don't ask me nigga
Don't ask me nigga, don't ask me nigga
'Cause everybody's a bitch if you ask me
I fuck around and take everybody
Bitch if you ask me that's real talk though
But don't ask me nigga

King! I'm about to do my shit, Hop
I'm about to do my Hip-Hop
Where I rap and wear my
Diamond studded flooded wristwatch
And fuck your bitch in Gucci flip flops
I get two groupies and I just watch
I make them bitches coochie lip lock
They think I'm awesome, Poppa's groovy
But this ain't a fuckin' movie
Get with the movin' the move
If you're goofy
I'ma make the fuckin' scripts swap
I'm at the tip top of my game though
And my chain glow like I found the gold at
The end of the rainbow
I heard your girl take five then
Take five then take five more
Like Jackie, Tito, Marlon
Michael and Jermaine though
And that's your main ho?
I heard he did the robot in the whole twat
The whole damn time you was
Thinkin' that whole thing lined
They had it lookin' like
The "Soul Train" line
Choose up, elevate, move up
Maneuver, juice up, you suck, manure
You suck
My newer use of dudes who exclude us
Including Judas, fool, we exude
Upper echelon, the upper at your mosque
Fuck it
Bet your broad done took off with your car
Sucker, bet you'd call the cops
And cop a deuce
I cop a squad on niggas, cock a chopper too
Take the masses off a pile of Jabbawockeez
Keep the ratchets on me
Keep you ratchets off me
Keep you actors back, peep the acrobat
Niggas flip the script
People have your back or have
Your back in caskets
Bastards once you die, that's it
Once you lie i'll cut you off like you drop
Your black ass in acid won't you fry?
Won't you buy a skirt and
Heels and twerk for bills?
'Cause everybody's a bitch if you ask me
Haha, yup, and we the strongest boys
I done been considered the best
For like the longest, boy
I got pissed off and hopped
On the phone with Royce
"Yo Los, what up my nigga?"
"Mm, shit, uh, man
I need a favor from the god"
"Nigga you the GOAT, nigga anything you need
What's good?" "Okay, then this won't be hard
I need that two minute unlimited
Of you and Eminem
"Bad Meets Evil" sequel, eye for an eye
Fetty Wap, Masika, secret technique
Street meets perfectionist
Unique eclecticness (Royce)
I need that why the fuck do Akademiks
Keep postin' all the
Wackest rappin' gimmicks?
I got a platinum plaque in Swag
Olympics back in the day"
I be bumpin' Fab' in Brooklyn
I be bumpin' Fab in the Bay
Just cashed a six figure check
That's called a fabulous day
Miraculous, practice this, after this
They gon' hashtag them to pray
But half of 'em tagged as my prey
Immaculate passion to pass
I'm surpassin' the Jays the Biggie and Pacs
'cause that's what they would want
To give me the shot
The Nas's gave us knowledge
Pun gave us puns, once they was done
They would want the one that
Was finna take it
Know you pussy niggas really finna hate it
This my inner sanctum
This ain't entertainment
And this shit a movie and they finna tape it
Morpheus, Neo, agents in "The Matrix"
And it's ancient and it's painted on
The wall of the pyramids fuck all y'all!
'Cause everybody's a bitch if you ask me
If you ask me if you ask me, if you ask me
Everybody's a bitch if you ask me
I fuck around and take everybody
Bitch if you ask me but don't ask me
Don't ask me nigga, don't ask me nigga
Don't ask me nigga, don't ask me nigga
'Cause everybody's a bitch if you ask me
I fuck around and take everybody
Bitch if you ask me
Woo! But don't ask me nigga

You chasin' that glitz and
That glamor, not I, i'm chasin' that guap
I'm lookin' like Joe Budden chasin' 'em kids
With them cameras with rocks
Racin' that clock plus I dress spectacular
Havin' an adverse effect on wackness
Last verse leave headless rappers
Blast first, ask questions after
'cept I don't ask no questions
I'm just like a terrorist
If I like her pics, my wife likes her dead
I only dick down bad ass black bitches
But I'm quick to flip like Chris Brown
And aim straight for that white girl head
(woah) if she Spanish, I am papi
I probly hypnotized her like
The eye of Hopsin y'all guys
Y'all been robbed a bunch of times
But, not I, I am Ryan Lochte
I kick down doors, true 6 Mile boy
Part of a breed that never existed before
You the last of a dying copy
Here to shake the game with my vibration, uh
I used to dream about just makin'
Plain paper clean without traces
But now shit done changed
Now I just make paper plane, like Roc Nation
If you niggas start with me
I'll leave you stiff as khakis
With the starcher crease
Nigga the art is key
It's important to me you don't win against me
It's more to me than just Benz's and Jeeps
It's more to me than just a Eminem beef
Even though these weirdos hard to please
I got Moses at my show pointin', goin'
"Heed apart the sea!"
I don't wear no condoms
What the fuck are condoms?
I don't trust no rappers
I don't fuck behind 'em i go Kobe, Steph
LeBron and shoot my shot and
Hit it with no second sniffers
I only go for seconds at
The bed and breakfast
Fuckin', hollerin' nothin', yellin'
"Nothin's promised!"
That's 'cause I'm fuckin' hot as the Bahamas
(Woo) that's 'cause I'm hot as the Bahamas
I been makin' money hand over fist fast
I send your baby mama home
With a condition called Land Rover whiplash
'Cause I let it go hammy 'til
She drain my vehicle battery
Gave me like three or four cavities
From wearin' edible panties
(achoo) I gotta be in broke allergy
Being locale and mortality don't resonate
With a super human being
I used to shoot and spin and keep shootin'
Now I'm doin' shoots for Spin & GQ (Errt)
Ooh, tire marks skid
Roof's see through, fly alcoholic
Rich dude recluse
Crack a dollar on my wrist with these jewels
She said she love me, told the bitch, "Bitch
Me too!" this is what happens when you hear
Three kings on a track
My style is one of one and undercomin'
Wasn't shit before it
I sat in these sessions until
I turn to rigor mortis
The architect of artful tact, I'm not a dime
I'm off of that
What I'm writin' down just Don DeMarco raps
I'm wearing blue Jays
And my eagle flyin' through
Your Cardinal's hat
This freezin' cartridge'll heat your ass
Part your crack
Lean your carcass then arch your back, uh
Tell these artists it's hard to argue facts
Go see if the charts will market that (Woo)
I got javelin swag
Off to the races with bars
Fly, my only ultimatum is Mars
My bitch is the baddest
Her ass is the fattest
She tatted with class (Woo)
I take her for granted
I met her on Madison Ave
Just to give her balance
Took her to the Radisson last
I just grab it and smash it then toss it
When bitches and niggas see me in person
They be just like when Calvin was walkin'
In that Mickey D's commercial, yeah
They see me workin'
They're like, "Hey hey Ryan
Look like you're goin' to work!"
(Hey, get money) But I ain't
On my way to McDonald's
I'm sprayin' them llamas: pop-pop-pop-pop!
But nothing's fuckin' funny
Track back jumpin'
All I think about is who gon'
Pick up all this fuckin' money
Like Blac Youngsta, weightliftin'
Whippin' 850s with a license plate
That say: "All y'all niggas straight bitches"
(Woo)