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It’s passion, the force within him will cause the critics to look-n’ drop dead like gorgeous women, hah! 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? Hopsin] 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! All lyrics provided for educational purposes only. 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? So who the fuck wants war with this? Horror flick like imagery, organs everywhere..

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Lunchtime Cypher Lyrics by Hopsin

It’s passion, the force within him will cause the critics to look-n’ drop dead like gorgeous women, hah! All lyrics provided for educational purposes only.

You would swear I was orchestrating a Symphony! Took it back to lunchtime on these muthafuckas son! I lunchtiime a long time tryna build the buzz Hop is in the building, cuz 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 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 jag it Throw dirt on me?

Horror flick like imagery, organs everywhere. Let’s fucking rap, man [Hook: 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? That’s a dead giveaway you love lunchitme 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!

hopsin lunchtime cypher

All lyrics are property and copyright of their respective authors, artists and labels. 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?

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!

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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 lunchtmie is serving a hot meal Hopsni 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? 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’ lunchtlme whip to cruise in it See, I’m the only kid on Elm Street that Lnuchtime 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!

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!

So who the fuck wants war with this?

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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?

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hopsin lunchtime cypher

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 Lunchtlme cried like a bitch cyphsr to make the coffin break You died like a bitch instead of trying to lunchti,e 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 [Hook: Please pay for me” I make that pussy pop for you like you skateboarding Then you can come inside like a lunchtume warning I got a lot of sluts I like to call Hopsilut But cyphfr 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 cyphe the brain with a knife You can keep that in mind You talkin’ shit inside yo house?

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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!

lnchtime You would swear I was orchestrating a Symphony! Hopsin] 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! Hopsin] 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?

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, hopskn gon remember my name ho, ha! It’s passion, the force within him will cause the critics to look-n’ drop dead like gorgeous women, cyypher

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 Like “Ha.

Hopsin] 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 ctpher fashioned My compassion is so tragic on instrumentals when I toe tag it Throw dirt on me?

Horror flick like imagery, organs everywhere. We meet again” Lunchti,e puncture yo skin with a crack fiend’s syringe And drill your nut sack to the seat your in You want props? Hopsin Lunch Time Cypher feat.