Hopsin Lunch Time Cypher Lyrics
Lunch Time Cypher by Hopsin
[Intro:]
Yo man
Let's take this shit back to fucking high school lunch time cyphers
When mother fuckers was beat boxing
And kicking ill ass flows in the fucking cafeteria
Fuck all that Hollywood shit!
Best fucking rap, man
Yo, check it!
Hook:
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 your write up
Now who the fuck I gotta snatch the mic from?
I spend a long time trying to build the buzz
Hop is in the building, cause step to me a bonus battlefield,
You know I will erupt!
Didn't change, I'm still a nut
The girls seen my skills are up
So I be getting head every single night like a pillow does
When a nigga be flow bashing
You know I be keeping it old fashioned
My compassion is so tragic on instrumentals when I toe jag it
Throw dirt on me? Then guard your face and stomach
Cause I'm swinging on you like ya ass cheeks had a rope hanging 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
When' I put myself in strange predicaments
They labeled this as sick
The doctor says to take some '
Man, I'm a lunatic, rocking a crucifix
I'll .. on any chick I feel who got the cutest tits
I'm wanted, fugitive, robbing yo 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 ya 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 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 talking shit inside yo house?
Cool! Fine! Fuck it!
I'll break in and stomp you out inside of it
Ain't trying to be ya friend
I'll knock you out and when you wake up
I'll just be standing there with a mischievous grin
Like, 'huh, 2e meet again!'
I'll puncture yo skin with a crack fiend's syringe
And 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 'til every rapper lurking has got chills!
Why these niggas acting like they certainly pop steels
When only time they carry heat is serving the hot meal?
Since I was young and on the mission to make dough
Put all my niggas on like the shit was a slay bone
So tell me why your song sound like skittles and rainbow
That's a deal, give away, you love and listen the rainbow!
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 pay growth, I don't kick in with lame folks
Simple and plain, oh, you go and remember my name, hoe!
Hook:
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 your write up
Now who the fuck I gotta snatch the mic from?
Yo man
Let's take this shit back to fucking high school lunch time cyphers
When mother fuckers was beat boxing
And kicking ill ass flows in the fucking cafeteria
Fuck all that Hollywood shit!
Best fucking rap, man
Yo, check it!
Hook:
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 your write up
Now who the fuck I gotta snatch the mic from?
I spend a long time trying to build the buzz
Hop is in the building, cause step to me a bonus battlefield,
You know I will erupt!
Didn't change, I'm still a nut
The girls seen my skills are up
So I be getting head every single night like a pillow does
When a nigga be flow bashing
You know I be keeping it old fashioned
My compassion is so tragic on instrumentals when I toe jag it
Throw dirt on me? Then guard your face and stomach
Cause I'm swinging on you like ya ass cheeks had a rope hanging 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
When' I put myself in strange predicaments
They labeled this as sick
The doctor says to take some '
Man, I'm a lunatic, rocking a crucifix
I'll .. on any chick I feel who got the cutest tits
I'm wanted, fugitive, robbing yo 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 ya 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 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 talking shit inside yo house?
Cool! Fine! Fuck it!
I'll break in and stomp you out inside of it
Ain't trying to be ya friend
I'll knock you out and when you wake up
I'll just be standing there with a mischievous grin
Like, 'huh, 2e meet again!'
I'll puncture yo skin with a crack fiend's syringe
And 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 'til every rapper lurking has got chills!
Why these niggas acting like they certainly pop steels
When only time they carry heat is serving the hot meal?
Since I was young and on the mission to make dough
Put all my niggas on like the shit was a slay bone
So tell me why your song sound like skittles and rainbow
That's a deal, give away, you love and listen the rainbow!
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 pay growth, I don't kick in with lame folks
Simple and plain, oh, you go and remember my name, hoe!
Hook:
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 your write up
Now who the fuck I gotta snatch the mic from?