Everybody's A Bitch

[Verse 1: Hopsin] Yo, don't even ask me (Nope) Your ho in the backseat (Yup) I dove in it fastly Oh she was nasty (Ooh) Inappropriate ass cheeks (Ooh) I was hopin' to actually Fill her jaw with all my testicle ooze Film it all and maybe text it to you I'm feelin' awesome, you should step in my shoes I'm ill in Boston with the rest of my crew You flexin' on who? (Who?) Try to start a problem with a nigga Then you gon' be stuck (Gon' be stuck) Somebody gotta end up on bottom Man, I'm tellin' you, it won't be us (Won't be us) Overly confident when I'm pulling up On women as I hold these nuts (Oh he's nuts) I talk a little gibberish Then get inside that pussy with the OG thrust I wrote this dope, just hope it flows to pay off Wrote this coast to coast provokin' chaos Folks suppose the closest clone is Adolf Don't get close 'cause bones get broke and ate off (Yikes!) Rockin' all black like Batman (Batman) Slap a nigga with a back hand (Back hand) I'm swaggin' on your motherfuckin' rap clan (Rap clan) I see through you niggas like a CAT scan I've been the truth since fourteen Been on and always let loose with mo' steam Lit like a nigga off juice and codeine Breakin' all laws, actin' rude to police Bitch, here's a nut you can use for protein Y'all niggas don't be producin' no heat I ride the beat smooth and cruise it slowly Fuck jewels and Rollies, bitch niggas, all you below me [Hook: King Los] 'Cause everybody's a bitch if you ask me, if you ask me If you ask me, if you ask me Everybody's a bitch if you ask me I fuck around and take everybody bitch if you ask me But don't ask me Don't ask me nigga, don't ask me nigga Don't ask me nigga, don't ask me nigga 'Cause everybody's a bitch if you ask me I fuck around and take everybody bitch if you ask me That's real talk though, but don't ask me nigga [Verse 2: King Los & Royce da 5'9"] King! I'm about to do my shit, Hop, I'm about to do my hip-hop Where I rap and wear my diamond studded flooded wristwatch And fuck your bitch in Gucci flip flops I get two groupies and I just watch I make them bitches coochie lip lock They think I'm awesome, Poppa's groovy But this ain't a fuckin' movie, get with the movin' the move If you're goofy, I'ma make the fuckin' scripts swap I'm at the tip top of my game though, and my chain glow Like I found the gold at the end of the rainbow I heard your girl take five then take five then take five more Like Jackie, Tito, Marlon, Michael and Jermaine though And that's your main ho? I heard he did the robot in the whole twat The whole damn time you was thinkin' that whole thing lined They had it lookin' like the "Soul Train" line Choose up, elevate, move up Maneuver, juice up, you suck, manure, you suck My newer use of dudes who exclude us Including Judas, fool, we exude Upper echelon, the upper at your mosque Fuck it, bet your broad done took off with your car Sucker, bet you'd call the cops and cop a deuce I cop a squad on niggas, cock a chopper too Take the masses off a pile of Jabbawockeez Keep the ratchets on me, keep you ratchets off me Keep you actors back, peep the acrobat, niggas flip the script People have your back or have your back in caskets Bastards once you die, that's it, once you lie I'll cut you off like you drop your black ass in acid Won't you fry? Won't you buy a skirt and heels and twerk for bills? 'Cause everybody's a bitch if you ask me Haha, yup, and we the strongest boys I done been considered the best for like the longest, boy I got pissed off and hopped on the phone with Royce "Yo Los, what up my nigga?" "Mm, shit, uh, man, I need a favor from the god" "Nigga you the GOAT, nigga anything you need, what's good?" "Okay, then this won't be hard I need that two minute unlimited of you and Eminem "Bad Meets Evil" sequel, eye for an eye Fetty Wap, Masika, secret technique Street meets perfectionist, unique eclecticness (Royce!) I need that why the fuck do Akademiks Keep postin' all the wackest rappin' gimmicks? I got a platinum plaque in Swag Olympics back in the day" I be bumpin' Fab' in Brooklyn, I be bumpin' Fab in the Bay Just cashed a six figure check, that's called a fabulous day Miraculous, practice this, after this, they gon' hashtag them to pray But half of 'em tagged as my prey Immaculate passion to pass, I'm surpassin' the Jays The Biggie and Pacs, 'cause that's what they would want To give me the shot, the Nas's gave us knowledge Pun gave us puns, once they was done They would want the one that was finna take it Know you pussy niggas really finna hate it This my inner sanctum, this ain't entertainment And this shit a movie and they finna tape it Morpheus, Neo, agents in "The Matrix" And it's ancient and it's painted on the wall of the pyramids Fuck all y'all! [Hook: King Los] 'Cause everybody's a bitch if you ask me, if you ask me If you ask me, if you ask me Everybody's a bitch if you ask me I fuck around and take everybody bitch if you ask me But don't ask me Don't ask me nigga, don't ask me nigga Don't ask me nigga, don't ask me nigga 'Cause everybody's a bitch if you ask me I fuck around and take everybody bitch if you ask me Woo! But don't ask me nigga [Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"] You chasin' that glitz and that glamor, not I, I'm chasin' that guap I'm lookin' like Joe Budden chasin' 'em kids With them cameras with rocks, racin' that clock Plus I dress spectacular, havin' an adverse effect on wackness Last verse leave headless rappers Blast first, ask questions after, 'cept I don't ask no questions I'm just like a terrorist If I like her pics, my wife likes her dead I only dick down bad ass black bitches But I'm quick to flip like Chris Brown And aim straight for that white girl head (woah) If she Spanish, I am papi I probly hypnotized her like the eye of Hopsin Y'all guys, y'all been robbed a bunch of times But, not I, I am Ryan Lochte I kick down doors, true 6 Mile boy Part of a breed that never existed before You the last of a dying copy Here to shake the game with my vibration, uh I used to dream about just makin' plain paper clean without traces But now shit done changed Now I just make paper plane, like Roc Nation If you niggas start with me I'll leave you stiff as khakis with the starcher crease Nigga the art is key, it's important to me you don't win against me It's more to me than just Benz's and Jeeps It's more to me than just a Eminem beef Even though these weirdos hard to please I got Moses at my show pointin', goin', "Heed apart the sea!" I don't wear no condoms, what the fuck are condoms? I don't trust no rappers, I don't fuck behind 'em I go Kobe, Steph, LeBron and shoot my shot and Hit it with no second sniffers I only go for seconds at the bed and breakfast Fuckin', hollerin' nothin', yellin', "Nothin's promised!" That's 'cause I'm fuckin' hot as the Bahamas (Woo!) That's 'cause I'm hot as the Bahamas I been makin' money hand over fist fast I send your baby mama home With a condition called Land Rover whiplash 'Cause I let it go hammy 'til she drain my vehicle battery Gave me like three or four cavities From wearin' edible panties (achoo!) I gotta be in broke allergy Being locale and mortality don't resonate with a super human being I used to shoot and spin And keep shootin', now I'm doin' shoots for Spin & GQ (Errt!) Ooh, tire marks skid Roof's see through, fly alcoholic, rich dude recluse Crack a dollar on my wrist with these jewels She said she love me, told the bitch, "Bitch, me too!" This is what happens when you hear three kings on a track My style is one of one and undercomin' Wasn't shit before it I sat in these sessions until I turn to rigor mortis The architect of artful tact, I'm not a dime, I'm off of that What I'm writin' down just Don DeMarco raps I'm wearing blue Jays And my eagle flyin' through your Cardinal's hat This freezin' cartridge'll heat your ass, part your crack Lean your carcass then arch your back, uh Tell these artists it's hard to argue facts Go see if the charts will market that (Woo!) I got javelin swag, off to the races with bars Fly, my only ultimatum is Mars My bitch is the baddest, her ass is the fattest She tatted with class (Woo!) I take her for granted, I met her on Madison Ave Just to give her balance, took her to the Radisson last I just grab it and smash it then toss it When bitches and niggas see me in person They be just like when Calvin was walkin' In that Mickey D's commercial, yeah, they see me workin' They're like, "Hey hey, Ryan, look like you're goin' to work!" (Hey, get money!) But I ain't on my way to McDonald's I'm sprayin' them llamas: pop-pop-pop-pop! But nothing's fuckin' funny, track back jumpin' All I think about is who gon' pick up all this fuckin' money Like Blac Youngsta, weightliftin' Whippin' 850s with a license plate That say: "All y'all niggas straight bitches" (Woo!)