Chords for Hopsin - Illmind of Hopsin 4

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Check it, I used to be the [E] goofy man you hounded, the special ed kid [D] at lunch time
the bitches wouldn't stand [E] around with.
I would jack off so much back at my parents' house and now my dick has a permanent imprint
of [D] my hand around it.
Life was lame, I had to pay money to fuck a whore.
I couldn't pull a damn anorexic bitch in a tug of war.
But then I made enough money for me to fund the tour.
[E] Now the ladies show me the goodies under they Wonderbra.
I'm going [N] door to door with foreign swords causing more than war, slaying rappers commercial or horrorcore.
So hold your head cause I'm a torture, yours need the Moritz Sorge.
I promise you it'd be hard to [D] ignore the gore.
Hip-Hop's dead and I'm the lucky savior.
I'm kinda mad and I don't wanna pile up the anger.
All these no-flow gimmicky ass fired up behaviors with [E] wack beats and gap teeth like Tyler the Creator.
Motherfucker, you not dope.
So you try to get some attention by cussing and eating a fucking [Dm] cockroach?
[E] In [Dm] Goblin, you get no props on it.
It [E] sucks so [Dm] much I get [E] blowjobs [D] from it.
I been told you niggas I'm real.
If you wack and no one's confronted you on your bullshit then I will.
Hate on me but you can't deny skill.
I crush all the momentum that you guys build with my eyes sealed.
You faggots got [E] me cussing.
And the only reason you probably buzzing is cause you slave as an [D] Illuminati puppet.
Y'all really y'all what?
[E] Bigot, you're Claude Dunn.
You think real niggas feeling your shit?
Come [D] on, say.
I'm niggas and it's faux shizzle.
My flow sizzles.
Your boy hot, go hard like some cold nickels.
You niggas are making it so simple.
My swag makes [N] the ladies wave like fat stomachs with bold ripples.
I know you niggas wish you could prevent it cause I get bucked like my cool legs got way
too much sugar in it.
You better run like I'm booger flicking.
Homie, I been good at rapping.
Now I'm trying to get gooder [D] with it.
So I'ma just go beef to bring that West Coast heat cause I'll be damned if you flex on me.
The radio is filled with garbage over techno beat.
And all these songs [Bb] about cash are what we just don't need.
Yo, nobody care about how much money you [N] stack.
I murder [E] everything I touch, buddy move back.
Got enough guts to soon trash and bust up your fluke act and leave your fans saying,
how the fuck does he do [D] that?
My ranking is vicious.
You thinking it isn't?
Complain me a visit if you feel that you may be offended.
Baby, I'm wicked, crazy, and sickened with the face of a Nimwit.
I be calling [N] out names, but I ain't taking attendance.
Some bitch was like, how you got me crying?
Cause you said I could call you while you out on tour.
Shit, and I be trying.
I even texted, [E] but you not replying.
So when your new shit finally drop, that's when I will [Db] not be buying.
With you to Hollywood, and you only [D] even have two minutes.
Ever since you got your buzz, you don't know how bad you dripping.
You went to that ho's house last night, and you said that you didn't.
I seen the pic on Facebook, the skate bitch done tagged you in [N] it.
I got put on with the beastie flow.
Not a slut, they wanna bone when they see me.
Walk, so I'm up.
I take them home, let the weak, weak grow.
Then I bust from different [Dm] strokes like the TV show.
See, when I [D] be coming through kicking it raw, niggas like, gee, he's dope.
If there's anyone throwing dirt in my name, then you know he be toast.
For all of you rappers who bringing me drama, homie, please be dope.
The only reason I'm being aggressive is cause we need hope.
Hey, O [E]'House, I fucking [D] love you, cause you supply the best rhymes.
Since your flow was kinda strange, you should sign with Tech N9ne.
[E] You're designer [Dm] rec lines.
Who am I to dislike?
Every single night I play your [E] music right at [F] bedtime.
[D] And usually I'm not in a drug dick.
I wanna do something freaky enough to win your heart with.
I said, what you wanna do?
She said, it's simple, Marcus.
I wanna [N] blow it before you put it in like a Nintendo cartridge.
Bitch, I'm hotter than a UV ray.
Hotter than the thought of Nicki Minaj naked making a booty shake.
Hot enough to pull up to your show and steal your groupie date.
Hot enough to melt the ice cream that's on Gucci's face.
[D] And now you having hot [F] flashes.
All the shit that you ever wanted [D] in one MC, I pass it.
Don't rap if you do not practice.
I cock, block, whack shit, and I get ready for knock madness. _ _ _
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