Hopsin

Songwriter: Hopsin

Producer: Hopsin

[Chorus]
Every morning my dick gets bigger (Bigger), bigger (Bigger)
So I just let it hang right out the zipper (Wha, what's my name?)
You should already know (Wha, what's my name?)
You should already know
This ain't no motherfucking guessing game, bitch

[Verse 1]
Yo, my name's Hop, it's not a secret I hide
See, I love rap music, I try to keep it alive
Same time I'm the nigga that all the people despise
'Cause I have to go commercial, their policy is to lie
Follow me, you'll inspire, we'll damage shit on the way
Slamming the older strings 'til I panic, hit on the brakes
Then crash in the open waist, smashing the shoulder blades
And gassing the motor sprays 'til their asses explode in flames
Not a celebrity, never kick it on Beverly
Heavily dropping bombs, I'm breakin' it with no set of keys
I sever weak rappers who not on my pedigree
'Cause on a tombstone is as hard as your name will ever be
I hope you lockin' the doors, I'm an unstoppable force
I'm on fire, you cannot get the torch
I got a spot in the source, no, I did not get endorsed
See I'm just doin' what I do and gettin' props in the course, you know?

[Chorus]
Every morning my dick gets bigger (Bigger), bigger (Bigger)
So I just let it hang right out the zipper (Wha, what's my name?)
You should already know (Wha, what's my name?)
You should already know
This ain't no motherfucking guessing game, bitch

[Verse 2]
You wanna hate on me just 'cause I rap sinful?
I beat the fuck out of you, then beat it back in you
In a packed venue, stab your ass with a snapped pencil
Then stomp on your fuckin' spinal cords 'til your back's crippled
I'm iller than a flat chest bitch with fat nipples
And ash ripples who talks with a snag whistle
And claims that her crabs tickle, homie, it's that simple
I dedicate my life to come up with these bad insults
Drove to Young Money in a broke old whip
And jumped on Lil Wayne with a pogo stick 'til I broke both hips
Hop ain't takin' no more shit
I put you rappers in a chokehold quick
So you can go blow dick, bitch
Hop's a demon, my wild image is not deceiving
I spit like a slutty bitch who doesn't swallow semen
I like beefing 'cause I'm not a vegan
So I got a reason to cut you up and then eat you with the proper seasonin'

[Chorus]
Every morning my dick gets bigger (Bigger), bigger (Bigger)
So I just let it hang right out the zipper (Wha, what's my name?)
You should already know (Wha, what's my name?)
You should already know
This ain't no motherfucking guessing game, bitch

Hopsin is a rapper, producer, singer, director, actor, graphic artist, skateboarder – even editing his music and videos. With his white contacts distinguishing him from his peers, he was signed with Ruthless Records from 2006 through to 2009, leaving due to numerous issues with the label, and its head, Tomica Wright. He co-founded his own independent label, Funk Volume, whose roster includes such artists as SwizZz, Dizzy Wright, DJ Hoppa & Jarren Benton.

In early 2016, Hopsin took to social media to talk about how he was going to leave Funk Volume because of problems with his Co-Founder Damian “Dame” Ritter and would start his new record label called Undercover Prodigy, that wasn’t just a record label with merchandise, but an entire clothing line as well.

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