Kumbaya

Kumbaya, my Lord I might say things that you might not support When do I drop the torch Bless my enemies, which whom I mop the floor with It's true, my thoughts are morbid I'ma do my job, of course, shit Can't fit in my shoes, niggas wishin' I lose I'ma get it like, woo I done left it all behind me in Cali' While yellin' goodbye to my family I had to do a little soul search (yeah) All of my demons kept on fightin' and scrappin' Inside of my mind, I was crashin' Maybe I was having a growth spurt They tell me I should go out and mingle, it don't work (what?) I've contemplated on whether or not to smoke purp (no) Think you sick in the head, come visit my shed I live on the edge, let's jump, shit, I'll go first Mmm, yikes, quite preposterous (yeah) White kids soaking up the hype up off it Hi, I'm Hopsin, I'm obnoxious I've been tokin' like the guy from Boston Watch me rise to top ten (Yeah) You know what I mean, ain't no one like me I'ma turn all of my haters to some overnight fiends I done made a lot of money from exposin' my grief (what?) Flow catch bodies like it's COVID-19, nigga Bitch, listen, I'm exertin' the gas fumes I'm the asshole who goes to work in a bad mood (yeah) Me and my alter ego make a murderous rap group I'm handin' beef to niggas like I'm servin' up fast food (teah) I should've been spazzed, now the burden has passed through Haters wanna laugh at all the hurdles I ran through But the word on the avenue (what) is now they wanna watch you pee Like a fuckin' pervert in the bathroom Nigga, ew, yuck (Yuh) The ladies always tell me I'm a real cunt These wack motherfuckers, that's a meal, lunch (yeah) On every instrumental, I'ma spill guts And I'm still nuts (hello) Like Robocop's scrotum I'm givin' niggas hell but I really hope I'm not goin' And if I do, I'm pullin' up with hoes in my foreign While the man above is watchin' with his coke and popcorn Well I guess I'm a villain, labeled as strange Labeled a clown, labeled deranged Labeled as someone you might put to shame Labeled a freak, who's unable to change I'm sick in the head, I'm sick with the grind I am not someone you casually find Where is the light, give me a sign 'Cause I got way too much shit on my mind And I'ma get it all out Kumbaya, my Lord I might say things that you might not support When do I drop the torch? Bless my enemies, which whom I mop the floor with It's true, my thoughts are morbid I'ma do my job, of course, shit Can't fit in my shoes, niggas wishin' I lose I'ma get it like, woo I been noticin' a shift in the industry Too many niggas who appear to be gritty Flashin' they nice jewels (what?) Braggin' about some pills and packin' a rifle (what?) You just gon' be another rapper that dies soon (boom) That's another body off the market Rigor mortis, seen him before police saw the carcass Some of these niggas really 'bout it, they gon' show you all the corners Now your mamma gotta see you droppin' slowly on a harness Shit, it might be me next, I really mean it The reject that you all love, I ain't He-Man Some niggas ain't got a pissin' pot they can pee in They hate the planet so they come at you lookin' for revenge That's why I gotta go to sleep with the nine tucked Niggas creepin' up, fuck it, I ain't leavin' survivors One squeeze and your spine bust Ugh, actually, I don't want yo' dirty corpse on my carpet Get the fuck out of here My attitude is that of a Hulk smash Mixed with Tony Montana snortin' bags of his coke stash If it's true that I'm a savage at cold rap I might as well rock a white jacket and pope hat Dissin' me is like having your throat gagged And fucked 'til your insides saggin' and prolapse Big and 'Pac was a tragedy, no cap But hearin' me rap is like having 'em both back Yeah, so how can you deny an alpha rude as I Livin' on cloud nine, better believe the altitude is high Niggas say the game's better, Hopsin, now that you've arrived 'Bout to lace you motherfuckers with an album you can buy Yes, I had to go retarded, I was dropped at birth Fuck all y'all, I'mma let my cock disperse I got a constant urge to let the bombs emerge And only time I'm worn out is when it's Hopsin merch I'm a villain, labeled as strange Labeled a clown, labeled deranged Labeled as someone you might put to shame Labeled a freak, who's unable to change I'm sick in the head, I'm sick with the grind I am not someone you casually find Where is the light, give me a sign 'Cause I got way too much shit on my mind And I'mma get it all out Kumbaya, my Lord I might say things that you might not support When do I drop the torch Bless my enemies, which whom I mop the floor with It's true, my thoughts are morbid I'ma do my job, of course, shit Can't fit in my shoes, niggas wishin' I lose I'mma get it like, woo Boom, that's another body off the market