Hop Is Back

Your bullshit, come of of that

Someone tell these motherfuckers that Hop is back

I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin' on it

Now I'm ready to fuck the game up, ****

They can get it (They can get it)

You can get it (You can get it)

Y'all can get it

(It really doesn't matter, ****)

Yeah, the Dark Knight's in this bitch without the mask and cape

I'm actin' ape shit, faggot, embrace it

I just got validation on my ass-whoopin' ticket

I'm that amazin', it's my mad invasion of smashin' brains in

My fuckin' pen and pad was anxious

All these haters who made and be naggin' at me

I flip they ass of like an acrobat on a trapeze

And I'll be lashing back like a Shaq attack on these rap beats

You thought that I was done with complete bein' an ass?

Please, don't think you raw just 'cause you got success

I'll uppercut your ass so many times you look like you was noddin' yes

I'm the only child that my mom regrets

Probably best that you don't buy my album, save your money, yo, do not invest

Your bullshit, come of of that

Someone tell these motherfuckers that Hop is back

I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin' on it

Now I'm ready to fuck the game up, ****

They can get it (They can get it)

You can get it (You can get it)

Y'all can get it

(It really doesn't matter, ****)

I consider my flow a malignant rifle

And strip survival and have you screamin' like R&B singers who hittin' high notes

It's sick and spiteful, 2Pac's twisted grim disciple

I've been this nice, yo, way before Michael had vitiligo

My ex girl's heart is so bruised and burned

Beggin' me to quit rap but I'm just not ready to let it loose for her

Am I Hopsin or am I Lucifer?

I didn't blow till I started talkin' a gang of shit

Tell me who you prefer

****, you ain't ill in the booth

I'd die and do my next show as a hologram

And still be realer than you

See, I'm the shit like I slithered in poo

I'm sicker than stickin' my freakin' dick inside a bitch's syphilis cooch

It's knock madness

Your bullshit, come of of that

Someone tell these motherfuckers that Hop is back

I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin' on it

Now I'm ready to fuck the game up, ****

They can get it (They can get it)

You can get it (You can get it)

Y'all can get it

(It really doesn't matter, ****)

I got a problem, yo, I was ecstatic to buy Yeezus

But I burned it first, heard it and snapped it in five pieces

Man, Kanye on that bullshit

That's why the paparazzi made that **** hit his fuckin' head

That's what that fool get

You think you God now, you half-assin' rap little faggot bitch?

Perhaps you suffered brain damage back when you had that accident

But most importantly, hip hop isn't dead no more, you see

'Cause Kendrick took the bar, then raised it up higher for MCs

Unfortunately, the little ****'s like four-foot-three

The guy's a fuckin' midget, his high is still really short to me

Fuck givin' my pencil breaks, my mental state tells me to renovate

If you hand me your shit, I'll toss your demo tape

Hop, if you're not spreading love then why do you even write music?

'Cause this is how I feel when I ain't rappin' on the mic, you bitch

Am I supposed to coat it up? Am I not allowed to open up?

I spill the blood of rappers and use Weezy dreads to soak it up

Bustin' like South Central drive-by's, support the guy with white eyes

But, ****, don't ride my dick when I'm on that high rise

Your bullshit, come of of that

Someone tell these motherfuckers that Hop is back

I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin' on it

Now I'm ready to fuck the game up, ****

They can get it (They can get it)

You can get it (You can get it)

Y'all can get it

(It really doesn't matter, ****)