[Verse 1: Hopsin]

Save yourself and make way for hell, I'm leaving haters dealt

Chopped up and laid across a conveyor belt

Got some Febreze to take away the smell

Sick of my curious neighbours

Coming up to my front door to ring the bell

Being famous ruined all of my plans

Should have thought in advance

When I'm outside, I'm a target for fans

Now I gotta walk through the mall with a mask

Talk to your man just like I got a stick caught up my ass

You see I no longer have a life

Just a nasty appetite

Searchin' pornographic sites

Lookin' up hermaphrodites

Filthy when I grab the mic

Look at all this madness

I bring to these other MC's

Ye, it's a tragic site

Strap you in the car, hit the gas to the max

Hit it straight into a wall

Jump out last minute so you crash in it

Cops will find your body and your wallet

With no cash in it

Ye, I'm that wicked, fuck a nice guy

Your ass trippin'

The next rapper to tell me I’m corny’s gonna die glorious

Or spun in a 540 off of five stories

And splat in a lot full of by-standers

And that's gon' happen to anybody

Who ain't living by my standards

I’m the magnificent black militant rap villain

My craft’s diligent so these cats mimic it

Cash is mad long like the shaft that I smash women with

And I was half asleep in my pad when my ass scribbled this

Ye, Funk Volume

[Verse 2: Jarren Benton]

Throw a load of laundry in this bitch

Hey yo, I snort the same 'caine as Whitney

I cut open my skull and told the doc

"Bitch, this brain don't fit me"

You wonder why a nigga's so deranged and empty

Sharpen a toothbrush, stick the blade through your kidney

And they be like

"Hopsin, why the hell is he on Funk Volume?"

Yeah I get it, eat a dick bitch, fuck all you

While you was talking shit on that laptop

We were selling out shows and stackin' up mad gwop

Funk Volume, nigga, got the game on padlock

You was raped by your uncle and mad cause your dad watched

Now all he do is hide behind the mouse

The only time he leave his house

To put dick inside his mouth

Bitch, you should practice more suicide

Your life's pathetic, do us all a favor dude and die

Nigga, no one believes you

You should kill your mom cause she's the dumb bitch that conceived you

Uh, and real nigga's don't relate to you

When I get to heaven I'm slapping God for creatin' you

When I go to hell I'm killing Satan for waitin' for you

You incapable, to take it to where I take it, dude

And life's great, bitch, I'm feeling fine

Your girl's backstage giving us the ill mind

Hooray for the tough guy on twitter

You so gay you shit condoms and ejaculate glitter

And fuckin' with my clique, dog, is danger

Numb my right arm and I give myself a stranger

You can hate, but it's bad for your health

Here, take the spiked bat, bitch, fuck yourself

BITCH

[Verse 3: Dizzy Wright]

Uh, I heard a hater calling me a liar

I took him to the laundromat and shoved 'em in a dryer

Anybody steppin' to us steppin' straight into a fire

It's that Wu-Tang thirty-six chambers shit, partner

Twenty-one and active, one year, two tours

Only 702 rapper that ever made it this far

But this for the doors that I opened up for Vegas

I'm penetrating, history in the making

You like Denzel in action, you probably a good guy

But we only see you actin'

I see the laziness and I can sense the lack of passion

I'm confident cause I was always comfortable with practice

Lemme get at 'em, grab a rapper by his throat

He make a dis, I kick his fucking adams apple down his throat

He thought it was a joke

Clowns hide behind posts until we tied 'em to the boat

And dragged his ass across the coast

Now I done spoken my approach a little different

He seen Hop' dissin so he figured he could get it

But it's hard to be a rapper when you don't fit the descriptions

So you tried to be a target and only became a victim

Nigga

[Verse 4: SwizZz]

Look, went on a nation wide tour now I'm back in the West

Actin' a mess, cougar huntin', getting moms to undress

Showing their breasts, soaking wet, begging me to have sex

While daughters doing the same thing, flashin' her chest

It's a family affair, losing my sanity here

Tryna cope liquored up, mixin' the dark and the clear

I'm gettin' buzzed like a sub reading Vanity Fair

Debate getting a sex change pretending I care

But I should but, fuck, I'm trying to butt fuck

A tranny and lucked up or get my nuts sucked

From the back, at a bar in a bathroom stall

While Mr. Benton got the GoPro directing it all

Gimme a call if you wanna chat

I'm in the lab, breaking bad, cooking mounds of crack

SwizZzle Wright, nigga

Missed the first two but got another strike, nigga

Three Z's, grab a sleeping bag, goodnight niggas