Who’s There? Hopsin (Ft. Dizzy Wright & Jarren Benton)
"Who's There?" by Hopsin (Ft. Dizzy Wright & Jarren Benton) is a #HipHop track from 2015. The song explores themes of self-identity, struggle, and the pressures of fame. Its introspective lyrics highlight personal battles and resilience. The unique blend of sharp wordplay and varied flows showcases the artists' lyrical prowess, contributing to its cultural relevance in the underground rap scene.
[Pre-Chorus: Hopsin]
I know how
Long you've waited (Waited for what?)
For the day
All these games end
[Chorus: Hopsin]
Knock-knock, who's there? H (H who?)
Knock-knock, who's there? O-P
Knock-knock, who's there? H (H who?)
Knock-knock, who's there? O-P
[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
Yah (Jarren B-)
A bunch of savages, Hop'll slice the head off a faggot
I wake up in the morning and go raid the medicine cabinet
Every word I spit is murder on the page of this tablet
I spit out a fuckin' bullet from this gauge at your fabric (Blaow)
I'm not your average Joe, brain pattern is slow
A lot of pain, things changed, now I'm stackin' this dope
Exclusive new shit, me and Hopsin, we too sick
I crack a hater upside his fuckin' head with a pool stick
Murderin' me is like Hop signin' to Ruthless
For a second time and then pigs flyin' on broomsticks
Michael Jackson crawlin' out of his grave with two kids (Hee-hee!)
Bitches squirtin' St. Ides liquor out of they two tits
Fuck a metaphor, basically, nigga, you ain't doin' it
Hand you a mirror before I murk you, check out a view in it
I'm losin' it, serial killer lurked in the music biz
Without a mask, I want you bitches to know who the fuck it is
Sufferin' succotash, rims on a hovercraft
Romantic psychopath, I drown whores in a bubble bath
It's Mr. Benton, nigga, y'all fall back
And lick the crease between my asshole and ballsack, bitch! (Ha)
I know how
Long you've waited (Waited for what?)
For the day
All these games end
[Chorus: Hopsin]
Knock-knock, who's there? H (H who?)
Knock-knock, who's there? O-P
Knock-knock, who's there? H (H who?)
Knock-knock, who's there? O-P
[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
Yah (Jarren B-)
A bunch of savages, Hop'll slice the head off a faggot
I wake up in the morning and go raid the medicine cabinet
Every word I spit is murder on the page of this tablet
I spit out a fuckin' bullet from this gauge at your fabric (Blaow)
I'm not your average Joe, brain pattern is slow
A lot of pain, things changed, now I'm stackin' this dope
Exclusive new shit, me and Hopsin, we too sick
I crack a hater upside his fuckin' head with a pool stick
Murderin' me is like Hop signin' to Ruthless
For a second time and then pigs flyin' on broomsticks
Michael Jackson crawlin' out of his grave with two kids (Hee-hee!)
Bitches squirtin' St. Ides liquor out of they two tits
Fuck a metaphor, basically, nigga, you ain't doin' it
Hand you a mirror before I murk you, check out a view in it
I'm losin' it, serial killer lurked in the music biz
Without a mask, I want you bitches to know who the fuck it is
Sufferin' succotash, rims on a hovercraft
Romantic psychopath, I drown whores in a bubble bath
It's Mr. Benton, nigga, y'all fall back
And lick the crease between my asshole and ballsack, bitch! (Ha)
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