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hopsin - sag my pants lyrics

i erupt like a bomb, so give up the baton
i’ll slap you after bustin’ a f-ckin’ nut in my palm
why you muggin’ me like something was wrong?
just take a puff of the bong
and let me leave your mind corrupt from the song
see you can’t stop me, cuz i’mma brainwash teens
and create false dreams cuz it pays off clean
i’m just an idiotic, ironic, symbolic, illuminati product
that’s gonna be killed if i talk about it (shhh)
this industry business is all screwed up
i have no favorite rappers because all you suck!
i sever the weakest n-gg-s who not on my pedigree
cuz on a tombstone is as hard as their name will ever be
i’m judged by my wild image a lot
and everybody seems to think i have a sinister plot
i do! be offended by every sentence i jot
i got some militant thoughts, and you ain’t killin’ ’em off!
so listen

i sag my pants until my -ss shows
i even slap hoes (b-tch)
yeah, i’m an -sshole
yeah, yeah
and your parents hate me ‘cuz i love you (so?)
tell ’em i said “f-ck you!”
yeah i said “f-ck you!”
yeah, yeah

i snuck in drake’s house when he was alone inside
you can say i have a bogus mind
i dimmed the lights down and closed the blinds
around his neck is where my rope was tied
i yanked on it ’till it broke his spine (yeah!)
lately i been f-cking p-ssed off (why?)
‘cuz everybody sayin’ lil wayne spits raw
i’ll start a big brawl, and slam his -ss into a brick wall
and have a fat n-gg- sit on him, rick ross (boss!)
i don’t play with this rap sh-t
i got no life, i stay in the attic
f-ck a rap career, i’m waiting to smash it
soulja boy you got a corny flow
so you can suck my f-cking d-ck through a glory hole
i’m just being me, what you tryna hate for?
all you n-gg-s is faker than lupe fiasco claiming he skateboards
yeah right, that n-gg- can’t even ollie
push him away on the dolly, not even satan can stop me!
what?

i’m probably the sickest motherf-cker who don’t get recognized
eazy-e’s wife’s life somewhere now jeopardized
she signed me and i was set aside
for like 3 and a half years, i don’t think i remember why
i’m f-cking dope and this is my reward?
that’s wacker than the 500 dollars you signed me for!
eazy’s dead now, yeah the label’s finally yours
too bad he never knew that you were just a grimy wh-r-!
you can’t maintain what eric built
i know he’s in his grave turning like a ferris wheel
don’t think you cool just cuz you inherit mills
b-tch bare of skills
i’m hopsin, i spit sh-t so unfair and real
i got some deep, dark issues within
all because you lied and tried to pretend you a friend
f-ck ruthless! b-tch, i’ll never lend you a hand!
and i’mma make sure n-body ever sign with you again!
you know why?

- hopsin lyrics

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