Lunch Time Cypher (feat. Passionate Mc & G-Mo Skee)

Yo, man, let's take this shit back to fucking high school lunch time cyphers

When motherfuckers was beat boxing

And kicking ill ass flows in the cafeteria

Fuck all that hollywood shit

Let's fucking rap, man

Yo, check it, this that high school lunch time cypher

I might just step in this bitch and fuck ya life up

I hope the principal doesn't come and give me a write up

Now who the fuck I gotta snatch the mic from?

I spend a long time tryna build the buzz

Hop is in the building, cuz

Step to me up on this battlefield, you know I will erupt

Didn't change, I'm still a nut

The girls seen m skills are up

So I be getting head every single night like a pillow does

When a **** be flow bashing

You know I be keeping it old fashioned

My compassion is so tragic on instrumentals

When I toe tag it

Throw dirt on me? Then guard your face and stomach

'Cause I'm swinging on you like your ass cheeks had a rope hanging from it

I'm out my mind, I can't configure it, I'm way too ****-ish

I tried to read the Bible but I'm straight illiterate

With temperaments, I put myself in strange predicaments

They labeled this as sick

The doctor says to take some Ritalin

Man, I'm a lunatic rocking a crucifix

I'll mack on any chick I feel who got the cutest tits

I'm wanted, fugitive, robbing your whip to cruise in it

See I'm the only kid on Elm Street that Freddy Krueger skipped

Pants sagging 'cause they too loose to fit

I'm torturous

Grab a hammer and nail for your front door and board it shut

I stare deep in your eyes, rip out your soul and absorb it up

And have Biggie Smalls yelling 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 pussy pop for you like skateboarding

Then you can come inside like a hurricane warning

I got a lot of sluts, I like to call it Hopsin luck

But now I feel like having sex with these bitches 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 your ass deny

I'll stab you in the brain with a knife, you can keep that in mind

You talking shit inside your house? Cool, fine, fuck it

I'll break in and stomp you out inside of it

Ain't tryna be your friend

I'll knock you out and when you wake up

I'll just be standing there with a mischievous grin

Like, ha, we meet again

I'll puncture your skin with a crack fiend's syringe

Then drill your nut sack to the seat you're in

You want props? You don't deserve it, you're not ill

I won't stop till every rapper lurking has got chills

Why these **** acting like they certainly pop steels

When only time they carry heat is serving a hot meal

Since I was young been on a mission to make dough

And put all my **** on like this shit was a slave boat

So tell me why your songs sound like skittles and rainbows?

That's a dead giveaway, you love and listen to Wayne, bro

I'm sick and deranged when I'm spitting this strange flow

Stuck my dick in the game, that's the business I came for

Witness my pain grow, I don't kick it with lame folks

Simple and plain though, you gon' remember my name, ho

It's that high school lunch time cypher

I might just step in this bitch and fuck ya life up

I hope the principal doesn't come and give me a write up

Now who the fuck I gotta snatch the mic from?

I'll snatch it from anyone when I dance with Satan

And detach more wigs than every female cancer patient

That ever cared for a transformation

With a diss joint I disjoint sweeter than a diabetic amputation

When I split ****, clipped quicker than big pictures

Heads get bodies with a single line like a stick figure

'Cause my words are wild and when I write

They can't wait for the sentence like family victims of a murder trial

Openly flow, potently tighter than the choke hold needed to put the Incredible Hulk to sleep

Tighter than the boatload of soldiers that stormed Normandy

Tighter than the hairy twat with the Virgin Mary's ovaries

They choke up like they throats cut when I show up

To keep the competition win-free like Oprah

'Cause when I work with Hopsin everybody who's hip

Is getting killed like a skirt from Scotland

Then I cock back quicker than mouse traps

And stare as they pull out of here like magicians tricking with top hats

I got foreign objects that'll get you capped in America like Marvel comics

With a strap like star guitarists

When this lead of mine see a head in time like Nostradamus

Or swift jabs that swing left like crip flags

Will be the reason you break next like whiplash

So who the fuck want war with this?

Distorted thoughts morphed this author to Spartacus

When he balls his fist around the swords he lifts with the force of a horse's kick

Multiplies by the reason why God exists and makes Thor his bitch

Horror flick like imagery, organs everywhere

You would swear I was orchestrating a symphony

It's passion, the force within him with 'cause the critics to look

And drop dead like gorgeous women, ha

This the high school lunch time cypher

I might just step in this bitch and fuck ya life up

Fuck the principal, he can give me a fucking write up

Now who the fuck I gotta snatch the mic from?

Don't get this shit confused

You're not a person, you're delicious food

No matter your place, birth, or religious views

All you **** getting chewed

I eat a rapper, fitted cap first and then I spit out his tennis shoes

Missing screws in my top, I don't have the patience

I grab the chop and leave you **** eradicated

Never let the doctor give me shots, I'm un-vaccinated

And I got small pox, you can have a blanket

Get assassinated and left with broken bones

If you gotta travel through the woods, don't go alone

I'm fucking bitches in a mobile home

Like the mutated **** from the hills have eyes with no Trojan on

This paranormal activity with a dagger

I got paranormal tendencies, y'all just a pair of normal rappers

So why you talking like you not defenseless?

I punch you ten times in the mouth and have your pussy asses hopping fences

I got suspended for a few weeks in the eighth grade

When the principal caught me on the street tryna spray paint

I bought a dozen eggs from SafeWay

And threw 'em at that motherfucker's house the same day

You can get it the same way

I'm making bitch **** walk the plank

In crocodile infested water mixed with toxic waste

Bury you alive with a camera strapped across your face

Then come back two weeks later and watch the tape

You cried like a bitch tryna make the coffin break

You died like a bitch instead of trying to concentrate

I'm here to depopulate on the red carpet with a sniper rifle

Taking out any **** you nominate

So if you see me as soon as you turn the news on

Chances are I laid a **** down like a futon

While you at work dealing with groceries and coupons

I got your bitch tossing my salad, pass the croutons

This the high school lunch time cypher

I might just step in this bitch and fuck ya life up

I hope the principal doesn't come and give me a write up

Now who the fuck I gotta snatch the mic from?

Yeah ha, took it back to fucking lunchtime on these motherfuckers, son

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, funk volume