Lunch Time Cypher (feat. Passionate MC, G-Mo Skee)

Yo man
 Let's take this shit back to fuckin' high school lunch time cyphers
 When mother fuckers was beat boxin'
 And kickin' ill ass flows in the fuckin' 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 my skills are up
 So I be gettin' head every single night like a pillow does
 When a nigga be flow bashin'
 You know I be keepin 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 ya ass cheeks had a rope hangin' from it
 I'm out my mind, I can't configure it
 I'm way too niggerish
 I tried to read the Bible but I'm straight illiterate
 With anger temperaments
 I put myself in strange predicaments
 They labeled this as sick
 The doctor says to take some Ritalin
 Man, I'm a lunatic
 Rockin' a crucifix
 I'll mack on any chick I feel who got the cutest tits
 I'm wanted, fugitive
 Robbin' yo whip to cruise in it
 See, I'm the only kid on Elm Street that Freddy Krueger skipped
 Pants saggin' cause they too loose to fit
 I'm torcherous
 Grab a hammer and nail for your front door and board it shut
 I stare deep in ya eyes, rip out your soul and absorb it up
 And have Biggie Smalls yellin' 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 you skateboarding
 Then you can come inside like a hurricane warning
 I got a lot of sluts
 I like to call Hopsilut
 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 yo ass deny
 I'll stab you in the brain with a knife
 You can keep that in mind
 You talkin' shit inside yo house?
 Cool, fine, fuck it
 I'll break in and stomp you out inside of it
 Ain't tryna be ya friend
 I'll knock you out and when you wake up
 I'll just be standin' there with a mischievous grin
 Likw "Ha. We meet again"
 I'll puncture yo skin with a crack fiend's syringe
 And drill your nut sack to the seat your in
 You want props? You don't deserve it, you're not ill
 I won't stop 'til every rapper lurkin' has got chills
 Why these niggas actin' 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 niggas 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, ha!
 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'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 | disjoint) sweeter than a diabetic amputation
 When I split niggas, clipped quicker than big pictures
 Heads get bodied 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 their throats cut when I show up
 To keep the competition (win-free | Winfrey) like Oprah
 Cause when I work with Hopsin, everybody who's hip
 Is getting (killed | kilt) like a skirt from Scotland
 Then I'll cock-back quicker than mouse traps
 And stare as they pull (outta here | out a hare) like magicians tricking with Top hats
 I got foreign objects
 That'll get you (capped in America | Captain 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 | necks) like whiplash!
 So who the fuck wants war with this?
 Distorted thoughts morphed this author to Spartacus
 When he balls his fists around the swords he lifts with the force of a horses kick
 Multiplied 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 will cause the critics to look-n' drop dead like gorgeous women, hah!
 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?
 Don't get this shit confused
 Your not a person your delicious food
 No matter your place, birth, or religious views
 All you niggas 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 niggas eradicated
 I never let the doctor give me shots I'm unvaccinated
 And I have small pox you can have a blanket
 Get assassinated and get left with broken bones
 If you go in the woods make sure you don't go alone
 I'm fucking bitches in a mobile home
 Like a mutated nigga from the hills have eyes with no Trojan on
 This is paranormal activity with a dagger
 I have 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 8th grade
 When the principal caught me on the street tryna spray paint
 I bought a dozen eggs from Save Way
 And threw threw it at the muthafuckas house on the same day
 You can get it the same way
 I'm making bitch niggas walk the plank
 In crocodile infested water mixed with toxic waste
 Bury you alive with a camera strapped across your face
 Then come back 2 weeks later and watch the tape
 You cried like a bitch trying to 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 nigga you nominate
 So if you see me as soon as you turn the news on
 Chances are I laid a nigga down like a futon
 While you at work dealing with groceries and coupons
 I got your bitch tossing my salad pass the croutons
 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?
 Yeah hah! Took it back to lunchtime on these muthafuckas son!
 Yeah, yeah, yeah Funk Volume