The Hop Train

[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 fucking studio next to my dads garage Up on the Macintosh Whippin up my rap collage I got some motherfuckers hassling me Because i made it 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 Fuck 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 you ain't really a thing to me But see me, most niggas 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 ho A raw bitch, with a mean overbite like a dinosaur You 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 ass 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, bitch Oh, you're mad because every nigga treat you just like that Well, you were the one at the fucking 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 fucking 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, fuck 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 niggas 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 fucking 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 niggas 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