Hopsin - The Hop Train lyrics

[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) Ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai