Hopsin - Lunch Time Cypher Lyrics
[Intro]Yo manLet's take this shit back to *****in' high school lunch time cyphersWhen mother *****ers was beat boxin'And kickin' ill ass flows in the *****in' cafeteria***** all that Hollywood shit!Let's *****ing rap, man[Verse 1]Yo, check itThis that high school lunch time cypherI might just step in this ***** and ***** ya life upI hope the principal doesn't come and give me a write upNow who the ***** I gotta snatch the mic from?I spend a long time tryna [?] the buzzHop is in the building, cuzStep to me a bonus battlefield, you know I will eruptDidn't change, I'm still a nutThe girls seen my skills are upSo I be gettin' head every single night like a pillow doesWhen a nigga be flow bashin'You know I be keepin it old fashionedMy compassion is so tragic on instrumentals when I toe jag itThrow dirt on me? Then guard your face and stomachCause I'm swinging on you like ya ass cheeks had a rope hangin' from itI'm out my mind, I can't configure itI'm way too niggerishI tried to read the Bible but I'm straight illiterateWhen [?]I put myself in strange predicamentsThey labeled this as sickThe doctor says to take some RitalinMan, I'm a lunaticRockin' a crucifixI'll mack on any chick I feel who got the cutest titsI'm wanted, fugitiveRobbin' yo whip to cruise in itSee, I'm the only kid on Elm Street that Freddy Krueger skippedPants saggin' cause they too loose to fitI'm torcherousGrab a hammer and nail for your front door and board it shutI stare deep in ya eyes, rip out your soul and absorb it upAnd have Biggie Smalls yellin' out "Call the coroner!"My groupies stay hornyThey always call to say "Hopsin can you fly me out to Cali? Please pay for me"I make that ***** pop for you like you skateboardingThen you can come inside like a hurricane warningI got a lot of slutsI like to call HopsilutBut now I feel like having sex with these *****es is not enoughI needed something new for moments when I gotta bustSo lately I've been beating my dick with a pair of boxing glovesI got the maddest rhymesHow dare yo ass denyI'll stab you in the brain with a knifeYou can keep that in mindYou talkin' shit inside yo house?Cool. Fine. ***** itI'll break in and stomp you out inside of itAin't tryna be ya friendI'll knock you out and when you wake upI'll just be standin' there with a mischievous grinLikw "Ha. We meet again"I'll puncture yo skin with a crack fiend's syringeAnd drill your nut sack to the seat your inYou want props? You don't deserve it, you're not illI won't stop 'til every rapper lurkin' has got chillsWhy these niggas actin' like they certainly pop steels
