Hopsin
Hopsin - Who's There lyrics
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I know how long you've waited (Waited for what?) For the day all these games end 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 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 fucking bullet from this gauge at your fabric I'm not your average Joe, brain battered and slow A lot of pain, things changed, now I'm stacking this dope Exclusive new shit, me and Hopsin we too sick I crack a hater upside his fucking head with a pool stick Murdering me is like Hop signing to Ruthless For a second time and then pigs flying on broomsticks Michael Jackson crawling out of his grave with two kids Bitches squirting [?] out of they two tits Fuck a metaphor, basically nigga you ain't doing it Hand you a mirror before I murk you, check out the view of this I'm losing it, serial killer lurking the music biz Without a mask, I want you bitches to know who the fuck it is Suffering 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 I know how long you've waited (Waited for what?) For the day all these games end 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