Hop Is Back lyrics

[Chorus]
Your bullsh*t, come off of that
Someone tell these motherf*ckers that Hop is back!
I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it
Now I’m ready to f*ck the game up, n*gga
They can get it (They can get it)
You can get it (You can get it)
Y'all can get it (It really doesn't matter, n*gga)

[Verse 1]
Yeah! The Dark Knight's in this b*tch
Without the mask and cape, I'm actin' ape sh*t
Faggot, embrace it, I just got validation
On my ass-whoopin' ticket; I'm that amazin'
It's my mad invasion of smashin' brains in
My f*ckin' pen and pad was anxious
All these haters who mad and be naggin' at me
I flip they ass off like an acrobat on a trapeze
And I'll be lashin' back like a Shaq attack on these rap beats
You thought that I was done with completely bein' an ass? (Please)
Don't think you raw just 'cause you got success
I'll uppercut your ass so many times
You look like you was noddin' yes
I'm the only child that my mom regrets
Probly best that you don't buy my album
Save your money, yo, do not invest
[Chorus]
Your bullsh*t, come off of that
Someone tell these motherf*ckers that Hop is back!
I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it
Now I’m ready to f*ck the game up, n*gga
They can get it (They can get it)
You can get it (You can get it)
Y'all can get it (It really doesn't matter, n*gga)

[Verse 2]
I consider my flow a malignant rifle
And strip survival, and have you screamin'
Like R&B singers who hittin' high notes
It’s sick and spiteful, 2Pac’s twisted grim disciple
I been this nice, yo, way before Michael had vitiligo
My ex girl's heart is so bruised and burned
Beggin' me to quit rap
But I'm just not ready to let it loose for her
Am I Hopsin or am I Lucifer?
I didn't blow 'til I started talkin' a gang of sh*t
Tell me who you prefer
n*gga, you ain't ill in the booth
I'd die and do my next show as a hologram
And still be realer than you
See, I'm the sh*t, like I slithered in poo
I'm sicker than stickin' my freakin' di*k
Inside a b*tch's syphilis cooch; it's Knock Madness
[Chorus]
Your bullsh*t, come off of that
Someone tell these motherf*ckers that Hop is back!
I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it
Now I’m ready to f*ck the game up, n*gga
They can get it (They can get it)
You can get it (You can get it)
Y'all can get it (It really doesn't matter, n*gga)

[Verse 3]
I got a problem, yo, I was ecstatic to buy Yeezus
But I burned it first, heard it, and snapped it in five pieces
Man, Kanye on that bullsh*t
That’s why the paparazzi made that n*gga hit his f*ckin' head, that’s what that fool get
You think you God now
You half-assin' rap little faggot b*tch?
Perhaps you suffered brain damage
Back when you had that accident
But most importantly, hip-hop isn’t dead no more, you see
'Cause Kendrick took the bar
And then raised it up higher for MC's
Unfortunately the little n*gga's like 4 feet 3
The guy's a f*ckin' midget, his high is still really short to me
f*ck givin' my pencil breaks
My mental state tells me to renovate
If you hand me your sh*t, I'll toss your demo tape
“Hop, if you're not spreading love
Then why do you even write music?"
'Cause this is how I feel
When I ain’t rappin' on the mic, you b*tch!
Am I supposed to coat it up? Am I not allowed to open up?
I spill the blood of rappers
And use Weezy dreads to soak it up
Bustin' like South Central driveby's
Support the guy with white eyes
But n*gga, don’t ride my di*k when I’m on that high rise
[Chorus]
Your bullsh*t, come off of that
Someone tell these motherf*ckers that Hop is back!
I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it
Now I’m ready to f*ck the game up, n*gga
They can get it (They can get it)
You can get it (You can get it)
Y'all can get it (It really doesn't matter, n*gga)