3rd Eye - Hoppa's Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton] I eat rappers, save skeleton bones Welcome to the jungle b**h I ride an elephant home Get to slapping mother f**ers, get the hell out my throne Start foaming at the mouth like 'what the hell am I on?' This that DJ Hoppa, Jarren's the new teeny bopper Face f**ing b**hes, nice guy wipe the semen off her Hit the exit b**h, head was my prerequisite D's get to spinning on the Chevy like the exorcist Lifestyle's reckless, snatch a n***a's necklace Stunting for my friends like "Watch a n***a check this b**h" "Hey b**h, you better have my mother f**ing money by Thursday" "I'm sorry mom just go with it, I'm trying to act hard in front of my friends" Back to murdering wizard sh** like Merlin Stick a javelin through your abdomen f**ing nerves of them Probably didn't occur to them that Jarren's about to murder them SK will reacquaint you n***as with the earth again So keep yapping and that gat's squirting My girlfriend is in the Klan but unaware that she's a black person Hop on the plane wearing a black turban "I'm a terrorist" Not a real one idiot, the rap version A-town's finest, b**hes popping out my bathtub like "The royal penis clean, your heiness" Moment of silence for my n***a that pa**ed If I pick this b**h up she gotta fill up my gas Cut to the chase you f**ing if I give you some cash DJ Hoppa on the beat so n***as know we gonna spaz Razor blade Benton b**h I wouldn't play with him And we sharing needles b**h you about to catch AIDS with them [Verse 2: Dizzy Wright] Crazy thoughts getting lost in my membrane, that's what I get for being outspoken Observing I can always sense things, speaking how you thinking with your mouth open It's a party when I'm crashing on the set So high I'm accidentally ashing on my chest These MILF b**hes keep on asking me for s** So I tried the sh** but I ain't never happy to reflect Gotta learn to live with regrets You not giving up the neck, you probably single with a pet We all know the b**hes that be sleeping with a cat Sneaky b**h got me sneaking out and leaving through the back If that wasn't an option would you back it up and drop it f** around and trap me in the closet Stacking like I'm Jerry Stackhouse coming out of college If you coming out your panties I ain't coming out my wallet b**h I'm watching you Doing that thirsty sh** on Twitter gonna be the reason I unfollow you She say that it's important to me But good p**y good weed, that's normal to me You need game I got it bro Perform to acheive It was a day contract she been on for weeks These b**hes heating up when they be cold in the streets Turning b**hes out that's older than me [Verse 3: SwizZz] See when you show love it gets reciprocated I see it as flattery when I'm imitated Invested a couple thou' when I renovated Turned my bedroom into a studio and orchestrated My plan to make a living off this rap sh** To pay back more than a fraction Of what I owe to everyone that help me see it through or make it happen Won't be long before we cash in, living outward I imagine Exactly how I planned it A couple handouts but I tripled what I was handed It gets quite easy distinguishing who was candid Some homies lost faith and sooner or later vanished Damnit, f** it, I ain't tripping over spilled milk So f** it, when times are hard I'm willing to help I better myself so I can better everyone else Around me, San Fernando, Los Angeles County Just thought I'd mention the home base Disrespectful n***as get stomped like home plate Still taking jack shots, ramu, no chase 8 shot in and still ok, it don't stop Pour another till I'm feeling woozy Even the b**hes acting bougie Uncapable of starring in they home movie With a few scenes, a couple in the bed, then backyard jacuzzi Making additions to two Zs And we're straight like the face your girl gave When she lied about being laid DJ Hoppa let the record spin and rotate F-U-N-K Volume b*atch! [Verse 4: Hopsin] This is what I'm giving you, funky sh** to listen to Came up in the underground and now you trying to mimic who? Ain't familiar with this flavor, homie I'll reintroduce Taking it back to when S-N-Double O-P had dropped that gin and juice Give me a minute to f** up your mental with a pencil over this instrumental that's how a menace do I'm launching missles, it's simple to cripple I got a bite like a pitbull, that's why they love me and they ain't feeling you My life is a tightrope that I walk carefully So many b**hes on my dick I need therapy My girl walking out I'm trying to grab her screaming "[Sarah] please You said you loved me I thought you would be there for me" I lift the bullsh** then Hopsin makes the parodies My man's so famous he could hook me up with a pair of jeans And a gangster rap shirt with a snapback It makes my past easier to laugh at If you a hater then you need to get your a** slapped You don't wanna see me cross your path like a black cat I'm everything that your a** lacked FV n***a and that's that I call names, if you respond that's a fat trap Remember me the ugly f**ing n***a with the mad rap A sinister's what I've been known to be And you know I'm about to k** this sh** with Hoppa on the beat