Anarchy Nation Cognito (Ft. Hopsin)

[Intro: Cognito & Hopsin]
Yo, Justo hand me that motherfucking Vic bottle
Yeah, Hopsin
Gimme that shit
Yo Cognito
Hopsin
What up?
What's up? West Coast
Anarchy Nation
West Coast in this motherfucker
Funk Volume
Anarchy Nation, Funk Volume (Hahaha)
Makin' me feel like I'm [?] of this motherfuckin' beat
You know what I mean
Come on

[Verse 1: Cognito]
You ever seen a schizophrenic? (Yeah)
Went Valium and liquors blended (Uhuh)
Cool-aid with liquor in it? (Yep)
You're sick but can't admit it? (Ughh)
Fuck the same hoes for three nights straight?
You're on a hooker run (Haha)
And then you drop her off at the same shelter you took her from (Get out!)
Nicked her 'cause she looking dumb (What?)
Brain the size of a cookie crumb (What?)
Tell yourself, "it could be fun" (What?)
It's just a late night nooky run (What?)
Now everybody thinks you're pathetic (Ha)
Maybe they right (Right, haha)
It's just a minor situation to regret later in life (Yes)
You making late night telly runs for nothing (Haha)
While you snorting fresh eighties off her belly button
While avoiding that smelly muffin (Ughh)
You the dirty of the dirtiest slut bags
Wanna pump rags, and nut cup grabs
And but-fucks fags while hittin' it from behind
And let his nut cup sag, dressed in drag
And blamed it on his tough-luck past
And fucked up dad (Ugh, dad!)
Yeah, your issues run deeper than heavy sedation
Off a clinic prescribed medication
You a fucking disgrace, so just face it