[Part 1]

[Verse 1]
Bitch, take a second to reflect on the message youre repping while everyone's watching (DAMN)
Stop with the nonsense, pause it you novice I been on this longer than Obama been in office
8 years ain't enough for a G like me (NAH)
Rippin' it up since T.I. was T.I.P. (YEAH)
It's unlikely inside of my psychie that a guy might be able to excite me
The V.I.P is gonna D.I.E if it ain't M.E. (UH-OH)
I'm the best M.C. you see
Defeat you with deceitful evils that'll leave your teeth full of fecal see my E.Y.E.S
With my white contacts see all your false acts
Take your false raps
Shove it up under my nutsack
Fuck the Gucci Gang, now my gooch is lame
Cause all you rappers are down there with Dame
Everybody knows I'm making money but I don't see a reason to flaunt it
Had an Australian bitch suckin' my dick but she did it because of the green in my pocket
She yellin' Hopsin
"Your dick is so fuckin' big, I can barely fit it in to get my pussy poppin'"
But I beat it up and euthanized it cause to her surprise I put the kitty in a coffin
I'm better than you on every level
I'm a jet but you're a bike with pedals
I get trophies but you get metals
I just tied a noose for you and dude its special
You can think you're the shit but you can't out fart me
Spitting shit so sour like a smartie
The only time that you number one is on the breakfast menu when you order Hardees
[Bridge]
Don't step to me and try to play those games
I'm a different breed you better stay in your lane
I'm the H-O-P, you an H-O-E
Better take your seat
For I break yo face
Don't step to me and try to play those games
I'm a different breed you better stay in your lane
I'm the H-O-P, you an H-O-E

[Hook]
And I don't give a fuck about you
I don't give a fuck about you
I don't give a fuck about you, bitch
I don't give a fuck about you
I don't- give a- fuck about you
I don't give a fuck about you
I don't give a fuck about you, bitch
I don't give a fuck about you
I don't- give a- fuck about you

[Part 2: Pans in the Kitchen]

[Interlude]
Ay, yo, why the beat switchin'?
Yo, what the fuck?
Ay, why's the beat switching'?
Ay, yo, what the fuck?
Fuck it
[?]

[Verse 2]
It started back in '02 when I stepped in the booth
The rap game was a career that I was destined to choose
I had a message to the youth your words are my weapons to use
Don't be regular instead wreck the rest of these dudes
And prove you ain't stupid just because you ain't finish school
Because the guy who invented it, he didn't finish it too
The day I left was like a blessing in disguise because I
Pick my shit off my desk and left in the blink of an eye
'till this guy walking by pulled me to the side and he asked

"Hop, what are you doing man, you can't skip class."

I said I'm done with this shit bro, I've had enough
When the fuck am I gonna have to calculate a parabola
I've got better shit to do and more music I need to make
If I stay another minute it's more time that I would waste
Time to keep putting my pen to the page it is my fate
And if you don't like what I have to say then get the fuck out my way


[Hook: Crypt (as Hopsin) & *Crypt* ]
Momma keep the pots and pans in the kitchen
Momma keep the pots and pans in the kitchen
Momma keep the pots and pans in the kitchen
Cause Crypt comin' for dinner he the man in the kitchen
*Hopsin's momma keep them pans in the kitchen
Cause I'm big for a reason a meal I don't plan to be missing
I'll be grateful for any food that your hands willbe fixing
But I got a few suggestions if you don't care to take a listen*

*I got a strict diet of whack rappers and fake bitches
Take 'em and bast they ugly faces in shake n bake mixes
Burn 'em to a crisp
Load 'em down with seasonin'
Gimme a glass of Gin
Pass them bitches over to Crypt*


[Verse 3: Crypt]
Time to step up in this game, spit flame, straight from my cranium
There's no containing a beast when he unleashes all of his his rage on ya
The stakes are raising and tell your producer there ain't no savin' ya
I'll make your skill disappear like a David Blaine in training
When you grab this mic
You struggle and strife
Trying to find
A rhyme to supply
However your mind is fried
From getting so high
You'll never get by
The age of 30 hurting your body its odd
Bitch you prolly audibly oughta be out of options
Honestly I don't see how you flawlessly copy
All of these rappers and actually logically fathom that you pass them
In commodity it's a monstrosity that your modestie's non existent
Like the prophecy that you're gifted with lyrics but fuck it like sodomy
You think I've ripped this but bitch I just slipped the tip in tight
I've flipped this script its rewritten in Crypt's pen with a different end in sight
You wishin' you could what do I can, but you'll won't get it right
Thinkin' that you're Superman but you're fuckin' with Crypt tonight (Kryptonite)