Turnt up (feat. Hopsin)

Tssh! Man, I don't give a fuck if you suckin' a penis or duckin' subpoenas

You lucky to meet this respect as somethin' that I earn as a fetus

You tryna burn and defeat us, and question who is the cleanest

Take off that rap costume, we'll surely see who's the meanest

You try to come in between us, but this monster is grown I'll show you the concepts of war

Constantly on top of ya property, still in your throne

It's obvious you're a clone dog, throw you a bone raw!

I actually kick it with the director who made the movie Saw

You kickin' it with bitches who get you to buy 'em shit down at the mall

I'll touch one hundred broads, you fuck one hundred balls

Over chicks who ain't even fucked to have to wear wonder bras

I'll eat you in the flesh (flesh), defeat you in the booth (booth)

Speak to you in death (death), sprinkle you with truth

I just wanna hit 'em with a little bit of venom that'll get inside your motherfuckin' melted brain

Kung Fu Vampire ignites the flame

Shut up, yes speakers will come your way

Turnt up

We're making out around to every club in town

Shut up, yes speakers will come your way

Turnt up

We're makin' out around to every club in town

Yo, don't get it twisted off of an image you ain't used to seein'

I'll break you to pieces, only one that be able to save you was Jesus

There's bullshit goin' on, I think you the reason

You **** refused to get it, until I make you believe it

Now when I make new releases I'm always peepin' out the way you conceive it

You motherfuckers better take it or leave it

And ever since the game put me in a random position

I've had the ambition to beat you with my pans in the kitchen

I'm goin' manabalistic, take a look at my fuckin' life

Grab the statistics, I've been like this way back in the distance

Rappin' this sick shit on my own with a lack of assistance

You seem so eager, you **** just need to back up and listen

You rappers with no skill don't deserve to get the fame

Shit's changed it's like everyone's purpose is the same

My new purpose in the game's to keep Eazy from turnin' in his grave

Until his name is permanently saved

Shut up, yes speakers will come your way

Turnt up

We're making out around to every club in town

Shut up, yes speakers will come your way

Turnt up

We're making out around to every club in town

But back to the matter, my faction is packed with gun-splatter

You lack the right data (Who that?) Oh, that's more brains that I scatter

Posses pop up I put more remains on the platter

Copycats enough of combat, but they can't climb the ladder

This is the death of me, so tell the referee that it's my destiny

To collect refugees, and feed 'em ecstasy, a lethal recipe (plus!)

My tippin' is lyrical weaponry

I think you're best to be battlin' bitches that's havin' sex with me

Bitches that's havin' second guesses and questionin' everyone are you filled with estrogen

All of my people what's left of 'em, you pesterin'

'Cause your boys in this method in got you effin' and actin' Vaseline

Actin' tenactin', half of 'em laughin' that you're still rappin'

Your only craft is networkin' on MySpace

I'm here to change the game, not make it a fuckin' disgrace

Of race in your fuckin' mind, my chains is all you can taste

Kung Fu Vampire and Hopsin in your face!

Shut up, yes speakers will come your way

Turnt up

We're making out around to every club in town

Shut up, yes speakers will come your way

Turnt up

We're making out around to every club in town