[Intro]
Mama, can you buy me some white eyes?
Hop on the hop train, hop on the hop train
[Hook]
Oooh, Hop on my train
I can take you anywhere you wanna go
And if you don't wanna leave we're goin' round and round
Baby all you gotta do let me know
I'm a little bit torn up, can you hear me?
I'm a little bit torn up, can you hear me?
I'm a little bit torn up, can you hear me?
I'm a little bit torn up, can you hear me?
[Verse 1]
Knock, knock, open the door
I came to sabotage all of your brains
I don't necessarily have a cause
Straight out of the fucking studio next to my dad's garage
Up on the Macintosh
Whippin' up my rap collage
I got some motherfuckers hassling me
Because I made it off of rap and not a bachelor degree
I plotted my plots accurately
During that time I was gone for a minute
Now I'm back in the streets
Fuck you haters I've been like this since before you was out
And I'm that psycho rapper that your label warned you about
Should I wait for you to blow up
Or should I torture you know
And do I have a heart for sympathy?
Of course I do, pal
You got a deal?
That's kinda strange to me
'Cause see you ain't really a thing to me
But see me, most niggas can't compete
Now bang the beat
And lets give them what they came to see
Mama, can you buy me some white eyes?
Hop on the hop train, hop on the hop train
[Hook]
Oooh, Hop on my train
I can take you anywhere you wanna go
And if you don't wanna leave we're goin' round and round
Baby all you gotta do let me know
I'm a little bit torn up, can you hear me?
I'm a little bit torn up, can you hear me?
I'm a little bit torn up, can you hear me?
I'm a little bit torn up, can you hear me?
[Verse 1]
Knock, knock, open the door
I came to sabotage all of your brains
I don't necessarily have a cause
Straight out of the fucking studio next to my dad's garage
Up on the Macintosh
Whippin' up my rap collage
I got some motherfuckers hassling me
Because I made it off of rap and not a bachelor degree
I plotted my plots accurately
During that time I was gone for a minute
Now I'm back in the streets
Fuck you haters I've been like this since before you was out
And I'm that psycho rapper that your label warned you about
Should I wait for you to blow up
Or should I torture you know
And do I have a heart for sympathy?
Of course I do, pal
You got a deal?
That's kinda strange to me
'Cause see you ain't really a thing to me
But see me, most niggas can't compete
Now bang the beat
And lets give them what they came to see
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