Sag My Pants

Yeah, Hopsin

Funk Volume

C'mon, keep sleepin' on me

Hollywood-ass rappers

Bitch-ass females

That's enough to make a **** flip

Yeah, I erupt like a bomb

So, give up the baton

I slap you after bustin' a fuckin' nut in my palm

Why you muggin' me like somethin' 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 'cause I'ma brainwash teens

And create false dreams 'cause it pays off clean

I'm just an idiotic, ironic, symbolic, Illuminatic product

That's gonna be killed if I talk about it

This industry business is all screwed up

I have no favorite rapper because all you suck

I sever the weakest **** who not on my pedigree

'Cause on the 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 ever 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 (Bitch)

Yeah, I'm an asshole, yeah, yeah

And your parents hate me 'cause I love you (So?)

Tell 'em I said, "Fuck you!"

Yeah, I said, "Fuck you!" Yeah, yeah

I snuck in Drake's house when he was alone inside

You could 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've been fuckin' pissed off (Why?)

'Cause everybody's sayin' Lil Wayne spits raw

I'll start a big brawl and slam his ass into a brick wall

And have a fat **** sit on him, Rick Ross

I don't play with this rap shit

I got no life, I stay in the attic

Fuck a rap career, I'm waitin' to smash it

Soulja Boy, you got a corny flow (True)

So you can suck my fuckin' dick through a glory hole

I'm just being me, what you tryna to hate for

All you **** is faker than Lupe Fiasco claimin' he skateboards

Yeah, right, that **** 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 (Bitch)

Yeah, I'm an asshole, yeah, yeah

And your parents hate me 'cause I love you (So?)

Tell 'em I said, "Fuck you!"

Yeah, I said, "Fuck you!" Yeah, yeah

I'm probably the sickest motherfucker who don't get recognized

Eazy-E's wife's life is somewhat now jeopardized

She signed me, and I was set aside

For like three and a half years

I don't think I remember why

I'm fuckin' 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, turnin' like a ferris wheel

Don't think you're cool just cause you inherit mills

Bitch, bare the skills

I'm Hopsin, I spit shit so unfair and real

I got some deep, dark issues within

All because you lied and tried to pretend you a friend

Fuck Ruthless!

Bitch, I never lend you a hand

And I'ma make sure nobody ever sign with you again

You know why?

I sag my pants until my ass shows

I even slap hoes (Bitch)

Yeah, I'm an asshole, yeah, yeah

And your parents hate me 'cause I love you (So?)

Tell 'em I said, "Fuck you!"

Yeah, I said, "Fuck you!" Yeah, yeah