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Hopsin - Lunch Time Cypher Lyrics

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  • [Intro]
  • Yo man
  • Let's take this shit back to *****in' high school lunch time cyphers
  • When mother *****ers was beat boxin'
  • And kickin' ill ass flows in the *****in' cafeteria
  • ***** all that Hollywood shit!
  • Let's *****ing rap, man
  • [Verse 1]
  • Yo, check it
  • This that high school lunch time cypher
  • I might just step in this ***** and ***** ya life up
  • I hope the principal doesn't come and give me a write up
  • Now who the ***** I gotta snatch the mic from?
  • I spend a long time tryna [?] the buzz
  • Hop is in the building, cuz
  • Step to me a bonus battlefield, you know I will erupt
  • Didn't change, I'm still a nut
  • The girls seen my skills are up
  • So I be gettin' head every single night like a pillow does
  • When a nigga be flow bashin'
  • You know I be keepin it old fashioned
  • My compassion is so tragic on instrumentals when I toe jag it
  • Throw dirt on me? Then guard your face and stomach
  • Cause I'm swinging on you like ya ass cheeks had a rope hangin' from it
  • I'm out my mind, I can't configure it
  • I'm way too niggerish
  • I tried to read the Bible but I'm straight illiterate
  • When [?]
  • I put myself in strange predicaments
  • They labeled this as sick
  • The doctor says to take some Ritalin
  • Man, I'm a lunatic
  • Rockin' a crucifix
  • I'll mack on any chick I feel who got the cutest tits
  • I'm wanted, fugitive
  • Robbin' yo whip to cruise in it
  • See, I'm the only kid on Elm Street that Freddy Krueger skipped
  • Pants saggin' cause they too loose to fit
  • I'm torcherous
  • Grab a hammer and nail for your front door and board it shut
  • I stare deep in ya eyes, rip out your soul and absorb it up
  • And have Biggie Smalls yellin' out "Call the coroner!"
  • My groupies stay horny
  • They always call to say "Hopsin can you fly me out to Cali? Please pay for me"
  • I make that ***** pop for you like you skateboarding
  • Then you can come inside like a hurricane warning
  • I got a lot of sluts
  • I like to call Hopsilut
  • But now I feel like having sex with these *****es is not enough
  • I needed something new for moments when I gotta bust
  • So lately I've been beating my dick with a pair of boxing gloves
  • I got the maddest rhymes
  • How dare yo ass deny
  • I'll stab you in the brain with a knife
  • You can keep that in mind
  • You talkin' shit inside yo house?
  • Cool. Fine. ***** it
  • I'll break in and stomp you out inside of it
  • Ain't tryna be ya friend
  • I'll knock you out and when you wake up
  • I'll just be standin' there with a mischievous grin
  • Likw "Ha. We meet again"
  • I'll puncture yo skin with a crack fiend's syringe
  • And drill your nut sack to the seat your in
  • You want props? You don't deserve it, you're not ill
  • I won't stop 'til every rapper lurkin' has got chills
  • Why these niggas actin' like they certainly pop steels

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