Tim Chantarangsu - Ill Mind of Hopsin IV lyrics

Yeah, Weekly 16's bitch! Uh oh! Bitch!
Yeah, yeah! Uh!

You got a problem? you should tell
Me what the problem is
Or I could puff ya lip up
Like injecting you with colleging
You haters always say my
Name and keep acknowledging
So take my dick up out ya mouth
And let ya momma polish it
Ya momma smelling like some
Kaka with chewbacca lips
I told her not to talk and
Put my cock in her esophagus
She started coughin spit my dick
Out on some llama shit
I told her sorry baby
Life is like a box of chocolates
So gimme any beat believe I can demolish it
'Cuz Timothy's unbeatable there ain't
No people stopping it
My prerogative is spreading out the positive
Because honest to God I just got
A lotta love to give
Speaking to Jesus wit my own telekinesis
I don't need to hear ya thesis
On no demons and demonic shit
I just wanna rock it to Wockaflocka
While I watch Barack Obama walk
Us out to the Apocalypse

Ahh, bith! Yeah! One take!
Hahaha