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Hop Madness


Journey into my world, yeah
But don't ride my dick, ooh
Welcome to Hop Madness
Don't ride my dick
Welcome to Hop Madness
Don't ride my dick

[Verse 1]
I'm the undeniably hot nigga who making hip hop iller
Your spot filler, I smash rappers, I done got sicker
Hopzilla, I'm like a mischievous prop getter
I'mma probably get popped by Biggie and Pac's killer
Look at my pock's fill up, now I'm a twat driller
I remember the days when bitches would not pick up
The phone when I would call them, now hoes is not a problem
I rose up from the bottom, "Hey bro, you're fucking awesome!"
But I ain't here to brag about a new Porsche with two doors
You made a killing now I'm about to bring a few more
It's time you feel my true force, from Cali straight to New York
Y'all gon' kiss my ass like you tried to make me do yours, bitch
You want a active beef? Think before attacking me
I know I'm quick to get outta line like I have to pee
It's obvious that I got your heart thumping
I may look like a fucking idiot, but I promise I'm far from it

A year ago I wasn't all that
Now all off a sudden bitches on my ballsack
Am I your best friend? What? Heck no
You can be a fan of all of my songs, nigga, just don't
Ride my dick, no, don't ride my dick
Yes, don't ride my dick, no, don't ride my dick

[Verse 2]
Check me out
I talk shit and whip beats, I'm a true MC
Only one who tells me what to do is me
Take a close look at FV and what it grew to be
Hoppa, Dizzy, me and three Z has made the group complete
My shit is past basic, in my eyes I feel I have made it
Came a long way from my mom and dad's basement
When I do shows now the women strip me half naked
My motherfucking bad language got my ass famous
Now labels thinking about signing me (yes)
MTV has got they eye on me (yes)
Skubbedy dubbedy wow, this is irony
I still ain't giving a fuck
So if I hurt your feelings tell it to your diary
Nigga, I'm so beast, rhyming over cold beats
Finally shining without the diamonds and gold teeth
The higher in power trying to bring fire in on me
So I keep my guards up, when I'm tired I don't sleep


[Verse 3]
I know there's whole lot of niggas who wonder why I keep dissin'
I ain't trippin', just listen, I'm on a discrete mission
Rappers speaking on drugs,
money and deceive women for a check
While they boss grillin', sittin' in their seat spinnin'
That's like the foulest crime
Somewhere down the line I was bound to rise
To make a difference, and now it's time
I know you rappers is about a dime
But it's up to me to live the corrupted minds I'm surrounded by
I ain't the nigga you go outshine
Truth is, you only go in when I'm coming outside
Fuck your road, turning down mine
When you greet me get on your knees and open your mouth wide
For the record I ain't the type to share
If you a rapper tainting my image, then war is what I might declare
Just cause I'm buzzing off the white contacts
Don't mean you should take your ass to Hot Topic to buy a pair



Composição: Marcus Hopson (Hopsin)

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