[Verse 1]

When I rap, I like to seem wack at first

And rhyme cheap words, like curse and verse

And once it passes like one or two bars

I turn the switch on and start crushing fools hard

Who said the west isn't consistent, I'm fixing to fix it

For all these niggas who listening and living imprisoned

I'm thinkin' it isn't missing it's villain, killing them image

Now I'mma rip this, now witness it as I finish the sentence

Losing hip-hop was a tragic loss but I found it and glued it right

To my dick so if you want it you'll have to jack it off

Rappers acting soft as a fabric cloth, I'mma smash 'em all

Their nuts are like berries, mines are the size of basketballs

I choke MCs out with a strong vice grip

Then beat them with the sticks from the cross that they hung Christ with

Head to the club then pull me a sprung white chick

You all know how Hop gets down, he one nights it

I sleep walk at night with a bunch of madness

Mob through the halls and talk with a Russian accent

Ready to kill like I'm a real thug assassin

Who beat my dad's ass and wake up like nothing happened

I'm ruthless, and I do drop bombs

I got fools in the valley like, "Dude, nuh-uh!"

When my album drops make sure that you cop one

We need a raw fool like me since 2Pac's gone

Wack rappers like, "Hop, I'll disable you in the booth!"

I'm like, "For real? That's a fatal attempt to do!"

You thinking you spit the truth, I shake you and strip your jewels

Then hang you up from a roof, and strangle you with a noose

Cremate you with four torches, flame of the torch scorching

Leaving your corpse tortured of course it's hardcore shit

And if there's ever a day that my pockets hurting

I'm robbing you, with a Osama Bin Laden turban

Hip-Hop is urging for a new flock of verses to rock the circuit

All you flops emerging are pitiful, we did not deserve it

Your style ain't even worth the fame

It's watered down more than New Orleans during a hurricane

Your whole album was a verbal shame

I'm Hopsin, don't act like you ain't heard the name