Hopsin, Dizzy Wright & Jarren Benton freestyle - Westwood Crib Session

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton] Funk Volume, yeah, let's go Yo, I smother you with a feathered pillow I bite the barrel of a .38 until I break teeth and sever the pistol Crazy isn't the issue, I'm simply fucking deranged Cut off half of your face and I let the rest of it hang Niggas taking shots, you better adjust your aim See I've been through some shit, I've just adjusted the pain Maniac in a mink coat I spit fire then I slam 'em off the roast like Ricky "The Dragon" SpeedBoat I breathe life on this mic dude I beat 'em with the same cross that Jews nailed Christ to It's obvious that I don't like you I'll meet you at the school at 2 O'clock to fight you Cut my arm off and jerk off with my right foot Smoke crack, stay up all night and I write books I'm tryin' to face fuck Ke$ha You niggas got beef, I bring the lettuce and ketchup Alright Tim, I 'fes up I'm really not a human, I'm eating you from the neck up All that fucking hating you doing, it don't affect us You wake up with a grudge like, "Mom, fuck breakfast!" Fuck you, her, him and them You feminine, you gave a rim job to Tim and Jim You and the word 'fag' is a synonym Jarren signing out, the nigga version of Eminem Bitch [Verse 2: Hopsin] Yo, yo, It's pretty clear that I'm a bit different I lost my mind of '09 and I still don't know what I did with it Now I punch babies and kick midgets I bust a glass bottle over you head after I piss in it The game never showed no sympathy for Marcus Fuck it, I got a new remedy to start shit Every wack rapper is now an enemy, a target I'm gifted, you flat-out mentally retarded Bitch, I don't reason with fags I'll uppercut you so hard, the front row of all your teeth'll collapse Your jaw bone'll get too weak and detach I'll put you in a coma so long it'll take you eight weeks to get back I'm rocking out on Tim West', and I'm representing with my crew I'm wack? Take a second and listen to my tunes You niggas better quit, I advise you You'll never go in, like an un-erected dick in a dry cooch Yeah, Hopsin [Verse 3: Dizzy Wright] Rappers get nervous when they see me in the picture They know the consequences of me becoming that nigga Funk Volume representer, leaving niggas in a maze You can't get to Hop if I'm playing security at the gate It's crazy 'cause I'm in and out the vague I see a lack of preparation, but I ain't giving out no breaks I'm giving out these hands, so I'm letting you know in advance If you try to step to the plate, I let my lyrics break your face I went from soul-searching to smoke out Now I'm overseas and these shows are still sold out You should be ashamed if you thinking I'm about to hold out I'm just coming from a city where I had to kick the door down A flat top 'til my hair is long Try to clown then I'ma have to hang you with this heron bone The south fuck with us 'cause, nigga, we put Jarren on Carry on, we just tryin' to get out money very long Yeah, and it's working quite nicely Get your wifey, too much time she might like me The new version of DJ Quick in the '90's My lyricism got these wack niggas tryin' to find me It's crazy, I went from nothing to something Said I was going global, now I'm rapping out of London I'm comin', I've been a savage I'm heading for your demographic Fuck a punchline, I make instant classics nigga