Hoppa's Cypher Songtext
von DJ Hoppa

Yeah. Yo, Hopsin.

Check it, save yourself and make way for hell.

I′m leaving haters delt chopped up and laid across a vonvayer belt.


Got some Febreze to take away the smell.
Sick of my curious neighbors coming up to my front door to ring the bell.
Being famous ruined all of my plans.
I should of thought in advance.
When im outside im a target for fans.
Now I gotta walk through the mall with a mask. [?].
Just like I got a stick caught up my ass.
You see I no longer have a life.
Just a nasty appetite.
Searching pornographic sites.
Looking up hermaphadites.
Filthy when I grab the mic.
Look at all this madness I, bring to these other EMCee's.
Yeah, it′s a tragic site.
Strap you in a car hit the gas to the max zip it straight into a wall.
Jump out last minute so you crash in it.
Cops will find your body & your wallet with no cash in it.
Yeah, i'm that wicked fvck a nice guy.
Your Ass Trippin!.
The next rapper to tell me i'm corny is gonna die glorious.
Spun in a Five Fourty.
Off of five stories.
And splat in a lot full of bystanders.
And that′s gonna happen to anybody who ain′t living by my standards.
I'm the magnificent black.
Militant rap.

Dealing my craft.
Deligent so these cats mimick it.


Cash is mad long.
As the shaft that I smash women with.
And I have half asleep in my pad when I scribbled this.
Yeah, Funk Volume.
Aye, Jarren Benton.
Doing a load of laundry in this bitch.
Ayo I snort the same cane as Whitney.
I cut open my skull and told the Doc. "
Bitch this brain don′t fit me".
You wonder why a nigga so deranged and empty.
Sharpen a tooth brush and stick the blade thru your kidney.
And they be like Hopsin, why the hell he on Funk Volume?
Yeah, I get.
Eat a dick bitch fuck all you.
While you was poppin' shit on that laptop.
We were selling our shows and stackin up mad guap.
Funk Volume nigga, got the game on pad lock.
You was raped by your uncle and mad cause your Dad watched.
Now all he do is hide behind a mouse.

The only time he leave his house.
To put dick inside his mouth.
Bitch.

You should practice more suicide.
Your lifes pathetic do us all a favor dude and die.
Nigga.
No one believes you.
You should kill you Mom cause she′s the dumb bitch that concieved you.
Uh, and real niggas don't relate to you.
When I get to Heaven i′m slapping God for creating you.
When I go to Hell i'm killing Satan for waitin' for you.
You ain′t capable to take it to where I take it dude.
Yeah, lifes great bitch i′m feeling fine.
Your girl backstage giving us the Ill Mind.
You so gay you shit condoms and ejaculate glitter.
Fuckin with my clique dog is danger.
Numb my right arm and give myself a stranger.
You can hate, but it's bad for you health.
Here take the spike back bitch.
Fuck Yourself Bitch.
Yeah, Dizzy Wright.
Uh, Guess it′s my turn nigga it's my turn?
Uh, I heard a hater calling me a liar.
I took him to the laundry mat and shoved him in a dryer.
Anybody step to us.
You stepping straight into a fire.
It′s that Wu Tang 36 championship paht-nuh.
Twenty One and active.

One year.
Two tours.
The only seven o two rapper to ever make it this far.
But this for all the doors that I opened up for Vegas.

I'm, penetratin′ history in the makin.
You like Denzel in action.
You probably a good guy, but we only see you actin.
I see the lazyness.
And I can sense the lack of passion.
And i'm confident cause I was always comfortable with practice.
Let me get at em.
Grab a rapper by his throat.
He make a diss.
I kick his fucking adams apple down his throat.
He thought it was a joke.
Clowns hide behind post.
Until we tied em to the boat and drug his ass across the coast (Savage Life).
Now I done spoke and my approach a lil different.
You seen Hop dissing, so he figured he could get it.
But it hard to be a rapper when you don't fit the description.
So you tried to be a target and only became a victim!
Nigga.
Huegh.
Yo.
Come On.
Ugh.
Been on a nation wide tour now i′m back in the west.
Acting a mess cougar hunting getting moms to undress.
Showing their breast, over web begging me to have sex.
While her daughers doing the same thing flashing her chest.
It′s a family affair.
Losing my sanity here.
Tryna coup, liquored up mixing the dark and the clear.
Getting buzzed like a sud.
breathing vanity fair.
Debating getting a sex change pretending I care.
Like I should but fuck.
I'm tryna butt fuck.
A tranny and luck up.
And get my nuts sucked.
From the back at a bar, in a bathroom stall.
While Mr.
Benton got the Go-Pro directing it all.
Gimme a call if you wanna chat.
I′m im the lab breaking bad, cooking mounds of crack.
Swiz
Zzle Wright nigga.
Missed the first two.
But got another strike nigga.
Three z
Zz's grab your sleeping bag.
Goodnight Niggas!!
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