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Marcus Hopson
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Hopsin
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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Watch me
Watch me
Watch me
Watch me
[Verse 2]
Bitch, I'm kickin' through the door
Let's go, 8-18, H-O-P
Bet on me, you gon' see
Ain't no thing, bitch, I'm on
Bitch, I'm kickin' through the door
Yeah, 8-18, H-O-P
Bet on me, prodigy
When I hit the track, bitch, I'm gone
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
[Verse 3]
Yeah, homie G, the cold emcee
Rollin' deep through your vicinity (Yo)
I just had an epiphany, I don't know what it did to me
But I'm hopin' the devil doesn't get into me (Whoa)
I'm still a beast whose enemies finna be
Off the chain with a brand new delivery (Yeah)
Try to get in my way, the feelin' of rage
That sit in my brain, and then I blast you to smithereens
**** please, I'll be damned if I'm thrown on the back burner
Fuckin' maniac purgin', a rap server
The cat burglar who be committin' mass murder
That's word to the G.O.D.
Fuckin' the game from the P.O.V.
**** beg and they plead on knees
There'll be no peace, the D-O-G, I feed on beasts
If **** wanna die they can lean on me
No Bill Withers, U.P. I done built it up
You wishin' you was on the field with us
I'm the ill ****, no deal, look at me grill ****
Fuckin' with me then I will erupt
Still we must remain calm
Napalm in my dang palm
I'm a dark villain like Blade, Spawn or Akon with a cape on
It ain't fun, you can't run
This is the horror flick your life is based on
I ain't gon' say that I'm runnin' shit
That's the shit every rapper say and think about
****, just go in and look at the bank account
I just don't have enough patience to take it out
**** is hatin' now, I don't suffer from no paper drought
Always winning's my favorite route
My whole life, I just lay it out
Being around me is a blessing so, boy, you should take a bow
Look
[Verse 4]
I'm bout to make this bitch jump
(Watch me, watch me, watch me)
Take a look, take a look
(Watch me, watch me, watch me)
I'm shuttin' shit down
I'm bout to make this bitch jump
(Watch me, watch me, watch me)
Check me out, check me out
[Verse 5]
Bitch, I'm kickin' through the door
Let's go, 8-18, H-O-P
Bet on me, you gon' see
Ain't no thing, bitch, I'm on
Bitch, I'm kickin' through the door
Yeah, 8-18, H-O-P
Bet on me, prodigy
When I hit the track, bitch, I'm gone
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
[Verse 6]
Comin' up, **** said, "He can't go far." (Shit)
I cut through like a relay go-kart (Whoa)
I give it to you like a B-Day postcard
Killin' shit with my **** DJ Romar (Yeah, yeah)
You know you made it when they claim you overrated
Flow is slayin', cultivated
Way, way back in the golden ages
Now I got hoes from here to Copenhagen
Like ****, you don't even know where that's at
Bag back 'cause I'm a class act of Mad Max
A mental hazmat lookin' for a jackass to spaz at
I'm turnin' you **** into my lab rats
#FuckYouMan
And a dome piece with a nut and a bolt screwed in
Don't care what cult you in
I'm AWOL like I'm D. Trump's new plan
I be givin' you some mo' action, mo' thrashin'
Old-fashioned ho slappin', throat slashin'
Hittin' you harder than a collision with a semi
The windshield bust and then you're thrown past it
I'm the maniac in yo' attic, nomadic, toe taggin'
Ho, that's my dick, you should blow at it
I don't really give a fuck about your feelings
You can cry me a river 'cause I'm a dog and you know that shit
Clearly there's a devil on my shoulder with an angel
But they don't go back and forth
We are all in agreement in knowin' just what I am rappin' for
Just smashin' whores, give me ass galore
It's all I'm askin', Lord, I can fit the women inside of my black Accord
And we can speed through the night, unless I crash of course
I may need to see a psychiatric ward, so let's go!
[Verse 7]
I'm bout to make this bitch jump
(Watch me, watch me, watch me)
Take a look, take a look
(Watch me, watch me, watch me)
I'm shuttin' shit down
I'm bout to make this bitch jump
(Watch me, watch me, watch me)
Check me out, check me out
[Verse 8]
Bitch, I'm kickin' through the door
Let's go, 8-18, H-O-P
Bet on me, you gon' see
Ain't no thing, bitch, I'm on
Bitch, I'm kickin' through the door
Yeah, 8-18, H-O-P
Bet on me, prodigy
When I hit the track, bitch, I'm gone
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
[Verse 9]
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
Yeah, yeah
****, better tell these hoes I'm kickin' through the door
Written by: Marcus Hopson