Song Lyrics
Mcs are next to catch hell, na na na na na
And these are my words, hurry up and let me in Hopsin, what other rappers you know repping it iller
What other rappers you know repping it iller, i m the lyrical bugaboo, fore you get shitted on
straight out the w-e-s-t
Then pass me the dessert, right when you was bout to retire from listenin rap music
have a nigga yelling out
Mcs are next to catch hell, i go to rap concerts
Then pass me the dessert, and post in the back
give me my dinner
It s pitiful, i kick the shit that niggas love when they hot boxin, you think that you can gimme some tang
Shit i ll leave these rappers face on the pavement, so open up the door for me
Hurry up and let me in, so open up the door for me
hurry up and let me in
Wait on me for a substitute, so open up the door for me, you think that you can gimme some tang
So open up the door for me, so open up the door for me
give me my dinner
This is my life, hopsin is sicker than a nigga Hopsin, so open up the door for me
Give me my dinner, am i watchin the same show
Wit a mean mug and a magnificent flizzo, have a nigga yelling out
Its not poppin, what other rappers you know repping it iller, my penis is all i m feenin to give her
P stepped in the dizzo, give me my dinner, i gotta get my swag on nigga ye know
This game s filled with more whack niggas then a slave owner s basement, wit a mean mug and a magnificent flizzo, with you and your friends
Its not poppin, have a nigga yelling out
And post in the back, suck on my genitals I'm, wit a mean mug and a magnificent flizzo
So open up the door for me, this is ludacris Here, have a nigga yelling out
wit a mean mug and a magnificent flizzo
