Ill Mind of Hopsin IV

[Intro] Yeah, Weekly 16's bitch! Uh oh! Bitch! Yeah, yeah! Uh! [Verse] You got a problem? you should tell me what the problem is Or I could puff ya lip up like injecting you with colleging You haters always say my name and keep acknowledging So take my dick up out ya mouth and let ya momma polish it Ya momma smelling like some kaka with chewbacca lips I told her not to talk and put my cock in her esophagus She started coughin spit my dick out on some llama shit I told her sorry baby, life is like a box of chocolates So gimme any beat believe I can demolish it 'Cuz Timothy's unbeatable there ain't no people stopping it My prerogative is spreading out the positive Because honest to God I just got a lotta love to give Speaking to Jesus wit my own telekinesis I don't need to hear ya thesis on no demons and demonic shit I just wanna rock it to Wockaflocka While I watch Barack Obama walk us out to the Apocalypse [Outro] Ahh, bith! Yeah! One take! Hahaha...