I Am Raw

[Chorus:]
Your bullshit come off of that,
Someone tell these mothafuckas that Hop is back!
I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin' on it,
Now I'm ready to fuck the game up, nigga!
They can get it. They can get it.
You can get it. You can get it.
Y'all can get it. It really doesn't matter, nigga.

[Verse 1]
The Dark Knight's in this bitch without the mask and cape,
I'm actin' ape shit, faggot, embrace it.
I just got validation on my ass-whoopin' ticket,
I'm that amazing, it's my mad invasion
Of smashin' brains in,
My fuckin' pen and pad was anxious.
All these haters, who mad and be naggin' at me,
I flip their ass off like an acrobat on a trapeze,
And I'll be lashin' back like a Shaq attack on these rap beats,
You thought that I was done with completely bein' an ass? Please.
Don't think you raw just ‘cause you got success,
I'll uppercut your ass so many times,
You look like you was noddin' ‘yes',
I'm the only child that my mom regrets, probably best
That you don't buy my album, save your money,
Yo, do not invest!

[Chorus:]
Your bullshit come off of that,
Someone tell these mothafuckas that Hop is back!
I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin' on it,
Now I'm ready to fuck the game up, nigga!
They can get it. They can get it.
You can get it. You can get it.
Y'all can get it. It really doesn't matter, nigga.

[Verse 2:]
I consider my flow a malignant rifle and strip survival,
And have you screamin' like R&B singers who hittin' high notes,
It's sick and spiteful, 2Pac's twisted grim disciple.
I been this nice, yo, way before Michael had vitiligo,
My ex girl heart is so bruised and burned,
Beggin' me to quit rap, but I'm just not ready to let it loose for her,
Am I Hopsin, or am I Lucifer?
I didn't blow till I started talkin' a gang of shit,
Tell me who you prefer?
Nigga, you ain't ill in the booth,
I'd die and do my next show as a hologram,
And still be realer than you.
See, I'm the shit like I slithered in poo,
I'm sicker than stickin' my freakin' dick
Inside a bitch's syphilis cooch.
It's Knock Madness.

[Chorus:]
Your bullshit come off of that,
Someone tell these mothafuckas that Hop is back!
I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin' on it,
Now I'm ready to fuck the game up, nigga!
They can get it. They can get it.
You can get it. You can get it.
Y'all can get it. It really doesn't matter, nigga.

[Verse 3:]
I gotta problem, yo!
I was ecstatic to buy Yeezus,
But I burned it first,
Heard it and snapped in five pieces.
Man, Kanye, on that bullshit!
That's why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fuckin' head,
That's what that fool get!
You think you God now, you half-assin' rap little faggot bitch?
Perhaps, you suffered brain damage back when you had that accident?
But most importantly, hip hop isn't dead no more, you see,
‘Cause Kendrick took the bar and then raised it up higher for MC's,
Unfortunately, the little nigga's like 4'3'',
The guy's a fuckin' midget,
His high is still really short to me.
Fuck givin' my pencil breaks,
My mental state tells me to renovate,
If you hand me your shit, I toss your demo tape.
Hop, if you're not spreading love, then why do you even write music?
‘Cause this is how I feel when I ain't rappin' on the mic, you bitch!
Am I supposed to coat it up? Am I not allowed to open up?
I spill the blood of rappers and use Weezy dreads to soak it up,
Bustin' like South Central drive-bys,
Support the guy with white eyes,
But, nigga, don't ride my dick when I'm on that high rise.

[Chorus:]
Your bullshit come off of that,
Someone tell these mothafuckas that Hop is back!
I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin' on it,
Now I'm ready to fuck the game up, nigga!
They can get it. They can get it.
You can get it. You can get it.
Y'all can get it. It really doesn't matter, nigga.