| I’m changing man
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| I thought I was supposed to be this hip hop savior
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| But I’ve turned into a sinister
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| Wack niggas prepare to die
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| You ain’t got nowhere to hide
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| I’m knocking at your fucking door
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| You scared 'cause you know hell arrived
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| Niggas gon' get dealt with rhymes
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| It’s just me, myself and I
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| I low-key run this rap shit
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| You don’t know 'cause it ain’t televised
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| This is war, gentleman (kill)
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| My flow is filled with more venom
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| Than George Zimmerman in his car chillin'
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| With a loaded .44 tucked into his drawers
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| Fidgeting, itching to find a brand new casket to store niggas in
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| Ya’ll just make me laugh and giggle
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| Call me out on tracks then bitch I’ll pound on you
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| Like that vending machine that stole my pack of Skittles
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| Niggas thought the old me, dissolved, and I went soft
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| After my album raw
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| But no bitch I evolved
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| I’m taking over shit easily
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| I rarely do collaborations 'cause ya’ll ain’t qualified to be in a league with
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| me
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| Hop just let the beast unleashed
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| Someone get this freak a leash
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| I’m snapping on all you leaving every MC deceased
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| I’m the motherfucking hip hop sinister
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| Murder, nigga murder
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| 'Cause niggas thought I was done, but I ain’t finished up
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| Murder, nigga murder
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| I’m the motherfucking hip hop sinister
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| Murder, nigga murder
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| 'Cause niggas thought I was done, but I ain’t finished up
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| Murder, nigga murder
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| Motherfucker we making history
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| A million independently
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| So kiss my fucking ass
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| Left or right you get to pick the cheek
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| You don’t ball you just pretend you do to make the chicks believe
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| But your label is fucking you like Ruthless Records did to me
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| Stop with the compliments
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| I’ve been locked in my momma’s den
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| Plotting when I will be dropping this Hopsin apocalypse
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| Bombing the competent
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| Rap goblins mobbing the continent
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| Gotta be dominant
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| I’m surprised that God isn’t vomiting
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| Damn
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| I’m wearing a badge tearing your ass
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| Another vag cutting through necks 'til they barely attached
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| Me and this game are one of the same like Jarren and crack
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| The darkness is arrived so make a flare with a match
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| You got skill?
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| Where is it at?
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| I haven’t seen it
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| Who dares to attack a genius?
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| You get managed I’ll have you gag your penis
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| Until you throw up your own liver (nuts)
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| I don’t give a (fuck)
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| The flow ripper (what)
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| I’m the motherfucking hip hop sinister
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| Murder, nigga murder
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| 'Cause niggas thought I was done, but I ain’t finished up
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| Murder, nigga murder
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| I’m the motherfucking hip hop sinister
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| Murder, nigga murder
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| 'Cause niggas thought I was done, but I ain’t finished up
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| Murder, nigga murder
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| Now if I stop being who I am that would upset me
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| I’ll never change for none of you wack-ass deadbeats
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| I struggled to change for J. Christ to accept me
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| I don’t even change clothes
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| Shit not even my bed sheets
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| When I step inside the booth and rhyme
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| Rappers commit suicide
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| And jump in front of a moving semi-truck like it was cool to die
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| Niggas is watered down fuck it
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| It’s time to scuba dive
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| Better get on your knees and pray to God and hope that you survive
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| Killing rappers like I condone violence
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| I murder you and when your soul is floating to hell I ghost ride it
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| You won’t last living in this cold climate
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| So don’t try it
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| I know I’m ill
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| I don’t need no pussies to co-sign it
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| Commercial niggas thinking they carry the torch
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| It’s going to be very hilarious when I bury your corpse
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| So next time you spit a fucking rhyme that’s too simple
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| I’ll jump kick your ass through the glass of the booth window
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| I’m the motherfucking hip hop sinister
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| Murder, nigga murder
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| 'Cause niggas thought I was done, but I ain’t finished up
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| Murder, nigga murder
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| I’m the motherfucking hip hop sinister
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| Murder, nigga murder
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| 'Cause niggas thought I was done, but I ain’t finished up
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| Murder, nigga murder |