Sag My Pants - Hopsin

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 rapper because all you suck!

I sever the weakest n*ggas 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 ass shows

I even slap hoes (B*tch)

Yeah, I’m an asshole

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 pissed off (Why?)

'Cuz everybody sayin' Lil Wayne spits raw

I’ll start a big brawl, and slam his ass into a brick wall

And have a fat n*gga 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*ggas is faker than Lupe Fiasco claiming he skateboards

Yeah right, that n*gga can’t even ollie

Push him away on the dolly, not even Satan can stop me!

What?

I sag my pants until my ass shows

I even slap hoes (B*tch)

Yeah, I’m an asshole

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’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 whore!

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 nobody ever sign with you again!

You know why?

I sag my pants until my ass shows

I even slap hoes (B*tch)

Yeah, I’m an asshole

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