Who’s There? Hopsin (Ft. Dizzy Wright & Jarren Benton)

[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)