Check it, I used to be the goofy man you hounded
The Special Ed kid at lunchtime the (*##$es wouldn't stand around with
I would jack off so much back at my parents' house

And now my dick has a permanent imprint of my hand around it
Life was lame, I had to pay money to $#&@ a !@^%
I couldn't pull a damn anorexic (*##$ in a tug-o-war

But then I made enough money for me to fund a tour
Now the ladies show me the goodies under their wonderbra
I'm going door to door, with foreign swords

Causing more than war slaying rappers, commercial or horrorcore
So hold your head cause I'm a torture yours, leave them open sores
I promise you it'll be more than hard to ignore the gore

Hip hop's dead, and I'm the lucky savior
I'm kinda mad and I don't wanna pile up the anger
All these no-flow, gimmicky $$# fired up behaviors

With wack beats and gap teeth like Tyler the Creator
Mother$#&@er, you not dope
So you tryna get some attention by cussing and eating a $#&@ing @@#!roach?

And Goblin? You get no props on it
It sucks so much I get blowjobs from it
I been told you ^!$$%s, "I'm real! "

If you wack and no one's confronted you on your bull%#@!, then I will
Hate on me, but you can't deny skill
I crush all the momentum that you guys build with my eyes sealed

You !@$)gots got me cussing
And only reason you probably buzzing
Is cause you slave as an Illuminati puppet

Y'all really on one, beat it, you're gone, done
You think real ^!$$%s feeling your %#@!? C'mon son!
I'm the illest and that's fo' shizzle

My flow sizzles, yo boy Hop go hard like some cold nipples
You ^!$$%s are making it so simple
My swag makes the ladies wave like fat stomachs with bone ripples

I know you ^!$$%s wish you could prevent it
Cause I get buck like my Kool Aid's got way too much sugar in it
You better run like I'm booger flicking

Homie I've been good at rapping, now I'm tryna get gooder with it
So I'm a just go beast, and bring that West coast heat
Cause I'll be damned if you flex on me

The radio is filled with garbage over techno beats
And all these songs about cash are what we just don't need
Yo, nobody care about how much money you stack

I murder everything I touch, buddy, move back
Got enough guts to sew trash and bust up your fluke act
And leave your fans saying, "How the $#&@ does he do that? "

My ranking is vicious, you thinking it isn't?
Come pay me a visit if you feel that you may be offended
Baby I'm wicked, crazy and sick and with the face of a nimwit

I'll be calling out names but I ain't taking attendance
Some (*##$ was like, "Hop, you got me crying
Cause you said I could call you while you out on tour

%#@! and I be trying, I even text you, but you not replying
So when your new %#@! finally drop, that's one album I will not be buying
What, You're too Hollywood? And you don't even have two minutes?

Ever since you got your buzz, you don't know how bad you tripping
You went to that ho's house last night and you said that you didn't
I seen your pic on Facebook, the !@$# (*##$ done tagged you in it"

I got put on with the beasty flow
Now the !@#%s, they wanna bone when they see me, whoa!
So I must, I take 'em home, let the wee wee grow

Then I bust from different strokes like the TV show
See when I be coming through kicking it raw, ^!$$%s like, "Gee, he's dope"
If there's anyone throwing dirt at my name then you know he be toast

For all of you rappers that be bringing me drama, homie please be ghost
The only reason I'm being aggressive is cause we need hope
"Hopsin, I $#&@ing love you, cause you supply the best rhymes

Since your flow is kinda strange, you should sign with Tech N9ne
You design erect lines, who am I to just lie?
Every single night I play your music right at bedtime

And usually I'm not into dark dick
I wanna do something freaky enough to win your heart with"
I say, "What you wanna do? " She say, "It's simple, Marcus

I wanna blow it before you put it in like a Nintendo cartridge"
(*##$, I'm hotter than a UV ray
Hotter than the thought of Nicki Minaj naked, making her booty shake

Hot enough to pull up to your show and steal your groupie date
Hot enough to melt the ice cream that's on Gucci's face
And now you having hot flashes
All the %#@! that you ever wanted in one MC, Hop has it
Don't rap if you do not practice

I @@#!block wack %#@!, now get ready for Knock Madness