Lunch Time Cypher (Explicit)

Lunch Time Cypher (Explicit) - Hopsin/Passionate MC/G-Mo Skee

Yo man

Let's take this sh*t back to f**king

High school lunch time cyphers

When mother f**kers was beat boxing

And kicking ill a** flows

In the f**king cafeteria

F**k all that Hollywood sh*t

Let's f**king rap man

Yo check it

This that high school lunch time cypher

I might just step in this b**ch

And f**k ya life up

I hope the principal doesn't come

And give me a write up

Now who the f**k I gotta snatch the mic from

I spend a long time tryna build the buzz

Hop is in the building 'cause

Step to me up on this battlefield

You know I will erupt

Didn't change I'm still a nut

The girls seen my skills are up

So I be getting head every

Single night like a pillow does

When a ni**a be flow bashing

You know I be keepin it old fashioned

My compassion is so tragic on instrumentals

When I toe tag it

Throw dirt on me

Then guard your face and stomach

'Cause I'm swinging on you like

Ya a** cheeks had a rope hanging from it

I'm out my mind I can't configure it

I'm way too niggerish

I tried to read the Bible

But I'm straight illiterate

With anger temperaments

I put myself in strange predicaments

They labeled this as sick

The doctor says to take some Ritaling

Man I'm a lunatic

Rocking a crucifix

I'll mack on any chick

I feel who got the cutest tits

I'm wanted fugitive

Robbing yo whip to cruise in it

See I'm the only kid on

Elm Street that Freddy Krueger skipped

Pants sagging 'cause they too loose to fit

I'm torturous

Grab a hammer and nail

For your front door and board it shut

I stare deep in ya eyes

Rip out your soul and absorb it up

And have Biggie

Smalls yelling out call the coroner

My groupies stay horny

They always call to say

Hopsin can you fly me out to Cali

Please pay for me

I make that p**sy pop for you

Like you skateboarding

Then you can come inside

Like a hurricane warning

I got a lot of sluts

I like to call it Hopsin luck

But now I feel like having

Sex with these b**ches is not enough

I needed something new

For moments when I gotta bust

So lately I've been beating

My dick with a pair of boxing gloves

I got the maddest rhymes

How dare yo a** deny

I'll stab you in the brain with a knife

You can keep that in mind

You talking sh*t inside yo house

Cool fine f**k it

I'll break in and stomp

You out inside of it

Ain't tryna be ya friend

I'll knock you out and when you wake up

I'll just be standing

There with a mischievous grin

Like Ha We meet again

I'll puncture yo skin

With a crack fiend's syringe

And drill your nut sack to the seat your in

You want props

You don't deserve it you're not ill

I won't stop still every rapper

Lurking has got chills

Why these niggas acting like

They certainly pop steels

When only time they carry heat

Is serving a hot meal

Since I was young

Been on a mission to make dough

And put all my niggas on like

This sh*t was a slave boat

So tell me why your songs sound

Like skittles and rainbows

That's a dead giveaway you love

And listen to Wayne broed on

I'm sick and deranged when

I'm spitting this strange flow

Stuck my dick in the game

That's the business I came for

Witness my pain grow

I don't kick it with lame folks

Simple and plain though

You gon remember my name ho ha

This that high school lunch time cypher

I might just step in this b**ch

And f**k ya life up

I hope the principal doesn't come

And give me a write up

Now who the f**k

I gotta snatch the mic from

I'll snatch it from anyone

When I dance with Satan

And detach more wigs than every female

Cancer patient that

Ever cared for a transformation

With a disjoint sweeter

Than a diabetic amputation

When I split niggas

Clipped quicker than big pictures

Heads get bodied with a single

Line like a stick figure

'Cause my words are wild

And when I write

They can't wait for the sentence

Like family victims of a murder trial

Openly flow potently

Tighter than the choke hold needed

To put the Incredible Hulk to sleep

Tighter than the boatload

Of soldiers that stormed Normandy

Tighter than the hairy that with

The Virgin Mary's ovaries

They choke up like their

Throats cut when I show up

To keep the competition win free like Oprah

'Cause when I work with Hopsin

Everybody who's hip

Is getting kilt like a skirt from Scotland

Then I'll cock back quicker than mouse traps

And stare as they pull out a hare

Like magicians tricking with Top hats

I got foreign objects

That'll get you capped

In America like Marvel Comics

With a strap like star guitarists

When this lead of mine see a head

In time like Nostradamus

Or swift jabs that swing

Left like crip flags

Will be the reason

You break necks like whiplash

So who the f**k wants war with this

Distorted thoughts morphed

This author to Spartacus

When he balls his fists around the swords

He lifts with the force of a horses kick

Multiplied by the reason why god exists

And makes Thor his b**ch

Horror flick like imagery

Organs everywhere

You would swear I was orchestrating a Symphony

It's passion the force within him will

'Cause the critics to looking drop

Dead like gorgeous women hah

This that high school lunch time cypher

I might just step in this b**ch

And f**k ya life up

I hope the principal doesn't come

And give me a write up

Now who the f**k I gotta snatch the mic from

Don't get this sh*t confused

Your not a person your delicious food

No matter your place

Birth or religious views

All you niggas getting chewed

I eat a rapper fitted cap first

And then I spit out his tennis shoes

Missing screws in my top

I don't have the patience

I grab the chop and leave

You niggas eradicated

I never let the doctor

Give me shots I'm unvaccinated

And I got small pox you can have a blanket

Get assassinated and get left with broken bones

If you go in the woods

Make sure you don't go alone

I'm f**king b**ches in a mobile home

Like a mutated ni**a from the hills

Have eyes with no Trojan on

This is paranormal activity with a dagger

I got paranormal tendencies

Yall just a pair of normal rappers

So why you talking like you not defenseless

I punch you ten times in the mouth

And have your p**sy asses hoppin fences

I got suspended for a few weeks in the 8th grade

When the principal caught me

On the street tryna spray paint

I bought a dozen eggs from Safeway

And threw them at the muthaf**kas

House on the same day

You can get it the same way

I'm making b**ch niggas walk the plank

In crocodile infested

Water mixed with toxic waste

Bury you alive with a camera

Strapped across your face

Then come back 2 weeks later

And watch the tape

You cried like a b**ch trying

To make the coffin break

You died like a b**ch instead

Of trying to concentrate

I'm here to depopulate on the red

Carpet with a sniper rifle

Taking out any ni**a you nominate

So if you see me as soon

As you turn the news on

Chances are I laid a ni**a down like a futon

While you at work dealing

With groceries and coupons

I got your b**ch tossing

My salad pass the croutons

This that high school lunch time cypher

I might just step in this b**ch

And f**k ya life up

I hope the principal doesn't come

And give me a write up

Now who the f**k

I gotta snatch the mic from

Yeah hah Took it back to f**k lunchtime

On these muthaf**kas son

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Funk Volume