Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sag My Pants, artist - Hopsin.
Date of issue: 18.11.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sag My Pants |
I erupt like a bomb, so give up the baton |
I’ll slap you after bustin' a f*ckin' nut in my palm |
Why you muggin' me like something was wrong? |
Just take a puff of the bong |
And let me leave your mind corrupt from the song |
See you can’t stop me, 'cuz I’mma brainwash teens |
And create false dreams 'cuz it pays off clean |
I’m just an idiotic, ironic, symbolic, Illuminati product |
That’s gonna be killed if I talk about it (shhh) |
This industry business is all screwed up |
I have no favorite rapper because all you suck! |
I sever the weakest n*ggas who not on my pedigree |
Cuz on a tombstone is as hard as their name will ever be |
I’m judged by my wild image a lot |
And everybody seems to think I have a sinister plot |
I do! |
Be offended by every sentence I jot |
I got some militant thoughts, and you ain’t killin' 'em off! |
So listen |
I sag my pants until my ass shows |
I even slap hoes (B*tch) |
Yeah, I’m an asshole |
Yeah, yeah |
And your parents hate me 'cuz I love you (So?) |
Tell 'em I said «F*ck you!» |
Yeah I said «F*ck You!» |
Yeah, yeah |
I snuck in Drake’s house when he was alone inside |
You can say I have a bogus mind |
I dimmed the lights down and closed the blinds |
Around his neck is where my rope was tied |
I yanked on it 'till it broke his spine (Yeah!) |
Lately I been f*cking pissed off (Why?) |
'Cuz everybody sayin' Lil Wayne spits raw |
I’ll start a big brawl, and slam his ass into a brick wall |
And have a fat n*gga sit on him, Rick Ross (Boss!) |
I don’t play with this rap sh*t |
I got no life, I stay in the attic |
F*ck a rap career, I’m waiting to smash it |
Soulja Boy you got a corny flow |
So you can suck my f*cking d*ck through a glory hole |
I’m just being me, what you tryna hate for? |
All you n*ggas is faker than Lupe Fiasco claiming he skateboards |
Yeah right, that n*gga can’t even ollie |
Push him away on the dolly, not even Satan can stop me! |
What? |
I sag my pants until my ass shows |
I even slap hoes (B*tch) |
Yeah, I’m an asshole |
Yeah, yeah |
And your parents hate me 'cuz I love you (So?) |
Tell 'em I said «F*ck you!» |
Yeah I said «F*ck You!» |
Yeah, yeah |
I’m probably the sickest motherf*cker who don’t get recognized |
Eazy-E's wife’s life somewhere now jeopardized |
She signed me and I was set aside |
For like 3 and a half years, I don’t think I remember why |
I’m f*cking dope and this is my reward? |
That’s wacker than the 500 dollars you signed me for! |
Eazy’s dead now, yeah the label’s finally yours |
Too bad he never knew that you were just a grimy whore! |
You can’t maintain what Eric built |
I know he’s in his grave turning like a ferris wheel |
Don’t think you cool just 'cuz you inherit mills |
B*tch bare of skills |
I’m Hopsin, I spit sh*t so unfair and real |
I got some deep, dark issues within |
All because you lied and tried to pretend you a friend |
F*ck Ruthless! |
B*tch, I’ll never lend you a hand! |
And I’mma make sure nobody ever sign with you again! |
You know why? |
I sag my pants until my ass shows |
I even slap hoes (B*tch) |
Yeah, I’m an asshole |
Yeah, yeah |
And your parents hate me 'cuz I love you (So?) |
Tell 'em I said «F*ck you!» |
Yeah I said «F*ck You!» |
Yeah, yeah |