paroles de chanson Lunch Time Cypher - Hopsin , G-Mo Skee
Yo
man
Let′s
take
this
shit
back
to
fuckin'
high
school
lunch
time
cyphers
When
mother
fuckers
was
beat
boxin′
And
kickin'
ill
ass
flows
in
the
fuckin'
cafeteria
Fuck
all
that
Hollywood
shit!
Let′s
fucking
rap,
man
Yo,
check
it
This
that
high
school
lunch
time
cypher
I
might
just
step
in
this
bitch
and
fuck
ya
life
up
I
hope
the
principal
doesn′t
come
and
give
me
a
write
up
Now
who
the
fuck
I
gotta
snatch
the
mic
from?
I
spend
a
long
time
tryna
build
the
buzz
Hop
is
in
the
building,
cuz
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
gettin'
head
every
single
night
like
a
pillow
does
When
a
nigga
be
flow
bashin′
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
ass
cheeks
had
a
rope
hangin′
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
Ritalin
Man,
I'm
a
lunatic
Rockin′
a
crucifix
I'll
mack
on
any
chick
I
feel
who
got
the
cutest
tits
I′m
wanted,
fugitive
Robbin'
yo
whip
to
cruise
in
it
See,
I′m
the
only
kid
on
Elm
Street
that
Freddy
Krueger
skipped
Pants
saggin'
cause
they
too
loose
to
fit
I'm
torcherous
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
yellin′
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
pussy
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
Hopsilut
But
now
I
feel
like
having
sex
with
these
bitches
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
ass
deny
I'll
stab
you
in
the
brain
with
a
knife
You
can
keep
that
in
mind
You
talkin′
shit
inside
yo
house?
Cool,
fine,
fuck
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
standin'
there
with
a
mischievous
grin
Likw
"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
'til
every
rapper
lurkin′
has
got
chills
Why
these
niggas
actin'
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
shit
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
bro
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!
Yo,
check
it
This
that
high
school
lunch
time
cypher
I
might
just
step
in
this
bitch
and
fuck
ya
life
up
I
hope
the
principal
doesn't
come
and
give
me
a
write
up
Now
who
the
fuck
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
(diss
joint
| 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
twat
with
the
Virgin
Mary′s
ovaries
They
choke
up
like
their
throats
cut
when
I
show
up
To
keep
the
competition
(win-free
| Winfrey)
like
Oprah
Cause
when
I
work
with
Hopsin,
everybody
who's
hip
Is
getting
(killed
| kilt)
like
a
skirt
from
Scotland
Then
I′ll
cock-back
quicker
than
mouse
traps
And
stare
as
they
pull
(outta
here
| out
a
hare)
like
magicians
tricking
with
Top
hats
I
got
foreign
objects
That'll
get
you
(capped
in
America
| Captain
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
(next
| necks)
like
whiplash!
So
who
the
fuck
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
bitch!
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
look-n′
drop
dead
like
gorgeous
women,
hah!
Yo,
check
it
This
that
high
school
lunch
time
cypher
I
might
just
step
in
this
bitch
and
fuck
ya
life
up
I
hope
the
principal
doesn′t
come
and
give
me
a
write
up
Now
who
the
fuck
I
gotta
snatch
the
mic
from?
Don't
get
this
shit
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
have
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
fucking
bitches
in
a
mobile
home
Like
a
mutated
nigga
from
the
hills
have
eyes
with
no
Trojan
on
This
is
paranormal
activity
with
a
dagger
I
have
paranormal
tendencies
y′all
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
pussy
asses
hopping
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
Save
Way
And
threw
threw
it
at
the
muthafuckas
house
on
the
same
day
You
can
get
it
the
same
way
I'm
making
bitch
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
bitch
trying
to
make
the
coffin
break
You
died
like
a
bitch
instead
of
trying
to
concentrate
I'm
here
to
depopulate
on
the
red
carpet
with
a
sniper
rifle
Taking
out
any
nigga
you
nominate
So
if
you
see
me
as
soon
as
you
turn
the
news
on
Chances
are
I
laid
a
nigga
down
like
a
futon
While
you
at
work
dealing
with
groceries
and
coupons
I
got
your
bitch
tossing
my
salad
pass
the
croutons
This
that
high
school
lunch
time
cypher
I
might
just
step
in
this
bitch
and
fuck
ya
life
up
I
hope
the
principal
doesn′t
come
and
give
me
a
write
up
Now
who
the
fuck
I
gotta
snatch
the
mic
from?
Yeah
hah!
Took
it
back
to
lunchtime
on
these
muthafuckas
son!
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Funk
Volume
1 The Fiends Are Knocking
2 Who's There
3 Still Got Love For You
4 Old Friend
5 Nollie Tre Flip
6 Hop Is Back
7 I Need Help
8 Good Guys Get Left Behind
9 What's My Purpose
10 Tears To Snow
11 Rip Your Heart Out
12 Gimmie That Money
13 Hip Hop Sinister
14 Bad Manners Freestyle
15 Jungle Bash
16 Lunch Time Cypher
17 Dream Forever
18 Caught In The Rain
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