[Intro]
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
(Pound Syndrome)
[Verse 1: Hopsin]
Fuckin' with me, then it can get (ugly)
Stuffin' your corpse in a mattress (lovely)
Then I'll invite your girlfriend over
For a sleepover on it, nigga, that's (disgusting)
She can gag this (dumpling)
Ho, do not stop till my shaft's (erupting)
You should've known what the fuck I was tryna do
I did not call your ass over for nothing
How do I feel? Here's a riddle, son
Cut all my fingers off except the middle ones (what?)
Now, bend your ass over and sit on one (what?)
A.K.A. I've lost it, nigga, run (woo)
Whole world gettin' so sick of em
My nuts swing like a pendulum
I'm on Instagram right now postin' pics of 'em
They are so cute together, aren't they? Look at them (aw)
One's bigger than the other though
Just thought I'd let you motherfuckers know
I'm posted in a bungalow, gettin' deepthroat from a juggalo
Please do not get your face paint on my stomach, ho
Where the real MCs? There are no more
Swag ship took sail and they all on board
Holla at me when you wanna learn the art of war
A carnivore, flexing hard like I'm Arnold Schwarz
I'm explicit business, witness sickness
Spit from the lips of mischief
Talk shit, get hit, I can split your wig
With a knife into your dome with my fist to clinch it (that's murder, homie)
Oh shit, oh my, hit a nigga like I'm Kimbo Slice
And spend your life, so bitch, don't try
I throw you out a fuckin window, bye
And film it on Vine to get more likes (well, alright)
Soon as that cyclone hits
You know I'm back on that psycho shit
I got psychosis
My brain's filled with deadly microchips
I'm plotting your death with crayons and hieroglyphs
(You crazy, nigga!) Ha, I know this
In the club too turnt, tryna fight your bitch
Swing at me, nigga, I won't flinch
Can't you see my fucking mind's on Grinch?
I love violence
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
(Pound Syndrome)
[Verse 1: Hopsin]
Fuckin' with me, then it can get (ugly)
Stuffin' your corpse in a mattress (lovely)
Then I'll invite your girlfriend over
For a sleepover on it, nigga, that's (disgusting)
She can gag this (dumpling)
Ho, do not stop till my shaft's (erupting)
You should've known what the fuck I was tryna do
I did not call your ass over for nothing
How do I feel? Here's a riddle, son
Cut all my fingers off except the middle ones (what?)
Now, bend your ass over and sit on one (what?)
A.K.A. I've lost it, nigga, run (woo)
Whole world gettin' so sick of em
My nuts swing like a pendulum
I'm on Instagram right now postin' pics of 'em
They are so cute together, aren't they? Look at them (aw)
One's bigger than the other though
Just thought I'd let you motherfuckers know
I'm posted in a bungalow, gettin' deepthroat from a juggalo
Please do not get your face paint on my stomach, ho
Where the real MCs? There are no more
Swag ship took sail and they all on board
Holla at me when you wanna learn the art of war
A carnivore, flexing hard like I'm Arnold Schwarz
I'm explicit business, witness sickness
Spit from the lips of mischief
Talk shit, get hit, I can split your wig
With a knife into your dome with my fist to clinch it (that's murder, homie)
Oh shit, oh my, hit a nigga like I'm Kimbo Slice
And spend your life, so bitch, don't try
I throw you out a fuckin window, bye
And film it on Vine to get more likes (well, alright)
Soon as that cyclone hits
You know I'm back on that psycho shit
I got psychosis
My brain's filled with deadly microchips
I'm plotting your death with crayons and hieroglyphs
(You crazy, nigga!) Ha, I know this
In the club too turnt, tryna fight your bitch
Swing at me, nigga, I won't flinch
Can't you see my fucking mind's on Grinch?
I love violence
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