[Intro]
Mama, can you buy me some white eyes?
Hop on the hop train, hop on the hop train
[Hook]
Oooh, Hop on my train
I can take you anywhere you wanna go
And if you don't wanna leave we're goin' round and round
Baby all you gotta do let me know
I'm a little bit torn up, can you hear me?
I'm a little bit torn up, can you hear me?
I'm a little bit torn up, can you hear me?
I'm a little bit torn up, can you hear me?
[Verse 1]
Knock, knock, open the door
I came to sabotage all of your brains
I don't necessarily have a cause
Straight out of the f**ing studio next to my dads garage
Up on the Macintosh
Whippin up my rap collage
I got some motherf**ers ha**ling me
Because I made it off of rap and not a bachelor degree
I plotted my plots accurately
During that time I was gone for a minute
Now I'm back in the streets
f** you haters I've been like this since before you was out
And I'm that psycho rapper that your label warned you about
Should I wait for you to blow up
Or should I torture you know
And do I have a heart for sympathy?
Of course I do, pal
You got a deal?
That's kinda strange to me
'Cus see you ain't really a thing to me
But see me, most n***as can't compete
Now bang the beat
And lets give them what they came to see
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I got all of you under my mind control
And nobodies leaving until i say it's time to go
I'm single so I'm trying to find a hoe
A raw b**h, with a mean overbite like a dinosaur
Who can gurgle one or two??
I'll never fall in love with you
See I got love for you
But I know you'll blow it on other dudes
And if I brought you home to my parents
What would my mother do?
Probably tell me to take your nasty a** to another room
That's why I'm taking you to motel 6
If you don't like the way I'm stylin' on you, oh well, b**h
Oh, you're mad because every n***a treat you just like that
Well, you were the one at the f**ing club dressed like that
Now, hmm
I think you might have lost it
You look nothing like a boss chick
Me, I'm trying to get my f**ing balls licked
Let's flip a coin, head or tails, you call it
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I failed to listen
Corrupted from watching television
Go buy my album, f** the clean, get the hell edition
Rapping like a maniac has put me in a swell position
If you met me in person you could tell I'm tripping
I never had a lot to lose, just a lot to gain
Always brought the pain
'Cus my mind is in the proper frame
While lazy n***as try to kick it like a soccer game
Talkin' like they gonna cop a range
But ain't got the change
I'm having a f**ing ego trip
Because hip hop needs to reload quick
So look me up in the lab tight with some Doritos chips
And some emo chick
I'mma show you n***as how to be more sick
Check it
Yes, I'm from the west
If that's what your guessing
Let me teach you a lesson and show you the proper essence of wrecking
Dissecting the track is the only thing on my mind when I step in
When I follow those procedures I can label you as pathetic
[Hook]
[Outro](x2)
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