Hopsin - Ill Mind of Hopsin 3 lyrics

Yo let's take a trip through my mind
And see what we find stress relief
Check it!

They tell me that my vibe is too dark
My eyes are too harsh
That's all I ever hear when
I rhyme a few bars
I kinda live a rapper's life, shit
Minus two cars and free girls to fuck
'Cause where I'm from the hyenas do charge
My label hyped me up and told me I had about
Twelve hit's they lied
'Cause when my fuckin' album dropped
I didn't sell shit well, bitch
You tried to fuck my life up? You nailed it!
'Cause you didn't promote my record
And I don't know who the hell did
You shoulda hired Tanner Guinn, yup
Hop is mad again
Just enough to leave your little
Skull frame hammered in
See, this is what happens when I
Take that little magic pen
And get to scribblin' psychotic
Lines worth some damagin'
I hate to tell you, but you are crazy
You were born as a retard baby
And when I come around, you start shaking
'Cause you're a bitch who dates hard ladies
With big beards who say, "Arr, matey!"
Yo, Pillow Man the alias Hopsin
Has been the signature
I'm far from similar to you
Niggas whose flow is miniature
You'll be diminished for crossin'
Limit's on my perimeter
I'm not a gimmick, I'm a committed, demented
Sinister it's Funk Volume, now what?
If you thinkin' that rap's officially dead
You haven't found us
We built the movement from the ground up
Your sound sucks until now we let you slide
But you're now fucked
It's just reality, you posers done been wack
I hold it down like my boner in gym class
And fuck Wayne! Man, I'm doper than his ass
Him, Nicki
And Drake can get thrown over a cliff fast
You got cash? Big whoop dee-fuckin' doo!
If I had a knife right now
It would be stuck in you
Yo, you ain't gonna like this corner
That you pushed me up into
'Cause all you rap about's how you
Beat the pussy up and ooze
Fuck your fast car, your cheap singin'
You keep sayin' the same shit
While T-Painin'
And we bangin' simply because
It's all we hear
Man, look at all these queers
The shit is so watered down
I developed soggy ears
Kill me! Shit, I'm waitin' to die, bitches
I hate on all you rappers who made it
'cause I didn't and I admit it, man
I ain't gon' bullshit y'all
As long as you walkin' away
Sayin' that fool spit's raw
Yo, I'm from the West
I throw up the W and I stay hot
But still ain't mentioned
With Nipsey Hu$$le, Glasses, or Jay Rock
What I gotta do
Dig 'Pac up out of his grave spot
And wear his face as a mask to
My next show to create props?
People always ask why do I sound mad
'Cause, I ain't got a girlfriend
With a round ass
And all my fuckin' dinners come
In a brown bag
How sad! I need a crossroad to get found at
Most rappers be in a six-four
I prefer a big horse, lit torch
And a pitchfork
While you out late workin' your
Shift when the kids snore
I'm fuckin' your wife while the bitch snorts
Wearin' swim shorts
I got a message on Facebook
From some lame guy and he was like, "Hopsin
Dude! I fucking HATE life!
I wanna rap, but I have stage fright
And I can barely write
And I never make music that the babes like!
And when I come home from school
I wait 'til late night
And bump your music really super-loud
And paint my face white
For real, bro, if you just help me, dude
I swear to God
I'll do anything you tell me to!"
Whoa, don't hit me up tryna suck my dick!
'Cause, I'm a guy
And I would rather fuck five chicks
With some plump nice tit's and
The butt size thick so I can hit the G-spot
That only tough guys hit
So if you hear a rumor that I rape mics
It's true when I drop RAW
That will be the day I get sued
Damon Elliott
I might as well just say bye to you
Fuck the industry! Go out
And get Haywire too!

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