Ramona (feat. Jarren Benton)

Here, let me read you her bio (Go ahead)

She was raised in Cleveland, Ohio (Uh huh)

Got a tattoo of a cross on her left tit

Yeah, but she don't believe in no Bible

She flashin' **** when I'm on stage

She'll let anyone see 'em at my show (You're kidding)

First time I met her was at a meet and greet

She ran up in hurry, I was like whoa

"Hi, I'm Ramona, please forgive me, I might go nuts

I don't know, but I'm like so lucky

And I just wish, I could like, oh fuck

I'm nervous and I feel worthless

Please don't think I'm doing this on purpose

I just cannot control all my urges

You're just, oh my God, you're so perfect"

And if you fuck with this bitch, then you're doomed

She follow me and my tour crew

To my hotel, I'm like, "Who are you? Where you goin'?"

She said, "Your room"

I'm like, Whoa, look ho, you gotta go

Just because I rip the mic don't mean you get the right

To follow me back to my hotel room

You ain't 'bout to spend the night, a'ight?"

She said, "Okay, Marcus

What if I give you my pussy?

Oh my God, getting fucked by Hopsin

Do you know how awesome that would be?"

Ramona, Ramona, Ramona, Ramona, Ramona

This bitch is stalking me

Ramona, Ramona, Ramona, Ramona, Ramona

Get this bitch off of me

She became friends with my girlfriend

But my girlfriend did not know (Know what?)

That Ramona's obsessed with me

She been to at least ten of my shows

Whoa, fuckin' all my **** names up

She like "Gerald Benton? He wrecks it

Dizzy Wright? We reppin'

I love SwizZz, three S's"

Ah, like goddamn bitch

You ain't even got no chance, bitch

You ain't even my real fan, bitch

You only know "Sag My Pants", bitch

All over my Instagram pics

Tryna get my attention

Hopin' I'ma get you a ticket and fly to you Cali

And put you in a bed you can ride the dick in

Hell no, ho

I can't lie though, her ass fat

She send me nudes up on Snapchat

I know every **** done tapped that

She gets sad 'cause I do not snap back

That nasty girl, I ain't touchin' her, nope

Fuck her, I don't fuck with her

She a real rap chasin' hustler

You see her ass, hit the slut alert

This one time, she try to cut

What the fuck?

What the fuck are you doin' here?

Shut yo' ass up

Get yo' ass outta here

Ramona, Ramona, Ramona, Ramona, Ramona

This bitch is stalking me

Ramona, Ramona, Ramona, Ramona, Ramona

Get this bitch off of me

Yeah, yo, Hopsin

(What up man?)

You know that bitch named Ramona?

(Yeah) I know you said that ho's a space case

But guess what? I boned her

Ha, I swear to God, Hop man, it's been sick, sick

She been like, "Jarren, oh my God, you're the shit

I'll never, ever, ever, ever brush my teeth

Now that my breath smell just like your dick"

Yeah, she won't leave me alone

Every five seconds, bitch blowin' up my phone

I'm paranoid, I hope she don't show up at my home

What the fuck was I on? Pills and Patron

And the bitch talkin' 'bout she's knocked up

How bitch? Damn, I had my cock locked up

With a latex condom and we just fucked two days ago

Now how the fuck a baby pop up?

She like "Jarren, you're right

Must be SwizZz or maybe Dizzy Wright

'Cause he went inside it raw, like just the other night"

Swear to God, Hop, we gotta take this ho's life

Damn, who gon' let Kato know?

That's the ****'s girlfriend, he don't know that she a ho

Yeah, now she on DJ Hopsin's dick

Like, "Go DJ, go DJ, go DJ, go"

Ramona, Ramona, Ramona, Ramona, Ramona

This bitch is stalking me

Ramona, Ramona, Ramona, Ramona, Ramona

Get this bitch off of me

Ramona