Underground Hits (Remix)

[Chorus: Ruste Juxx] Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits, hits, hits Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits, hits, hits Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits, hits, hits Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits, hits, hits Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits, hits, hits Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits, hits, hits Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits, hits, hits Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits, hits, hits [Verse 1: Hopsin] Yo, it's Rugged Man and Hop, we never get handed props We keeping it dope and underground as the planet watch If you on some bullshit when spitting lyrics, then damnit stop Talking like you the hardest artist and you just can't get knocked So keep thinking that, take this track and play it back Just to remind you that everything you fucking say is wack But don't get mad and start cussing at us 'Cause we just finally fixed the shit 'cause you was fucking it up Yo, I'm sick of the game and everything it deals with Yo, R.A. come over and bring the kill switch Our brains are real sick, insane and filled with A gang of ill shit, we can't be killed, bitch Who want it with us? We never coding it up Don't try to step up 'cause I promise that you'll only get bucked Emcees are scared running as we slowly erupt We was born for this, ayo, it's time to bring the chorus in [Chorus: Ruste Juxx] Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits, hits, hits Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits, hits, hits Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits, hits, hits Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits, hits, hits [Verse 2: R.A. the Rugged Man] Yo, I'll put my dick out and I'll pee on your property being a mockery I'm abusive, cheating, never believe in monogamy, mediocrity Pocket full of singles at the strip club, cash dropping, no class ass riding I'm heinous, atrocious, repulsive, I'm past shocking Rappers is speaking with no heart don't start It don't matter, I can slay you to Bach, Beethoven or Amadeus Mozart At the dinner table cursing wiping cum on your curtain I'm a poverty pirate, a poor penny pinching pitiful person I'm from the '80s where we were skeezing and pleasing the skeezers Thieving and popping and shooting and robbing and boosting and stealing your sneakers Won't be in Forbes mag on no Forbes lists But my life is parties and gambling, hookers, whore houses and porn bitches Hotel orgies with groupies, we rock stars, heart throbs On the roof throwing cinder blocks on the hoods of cop cars I'ma disrespect you, to pigs you was squealing too, they didn't protect you Living and learning and losing, listening to the lecture, hitting it and giving it extras Snatch your prom date, rip the cunt hole, I'm the bully, get your lunch stole House parties, stick my balls in the punchbowl, come on, sing it [Chorus: Ruste Juxx] Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits, hits, hits Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits, hits, hits Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits, hits, hits Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits, hits, hits [Verse 3: Jarren Benton] Yeah, the fuckin' summer of Son of Sam, rappers getting body slammed Do a drive-by on you niggas with Pac's hologram Bada boom bada bing, pig feeding collard greens And I don't like you niggers like Paula Deen, mister Benton Whip a Lincoln Continental bumping It Was Written Niggas, bitches, shitting kittens, doc, I need a new prescription Yeah, this for my niggas that's going through hell Lately I'm fucking paranoid 'cause shit's going too well Depression made me almost take my life away Fucking loser, Mama should have stuck me in that microwave Wrestle my left arm like, "Jarren put that knife away" You lucky bitch, I'm holding myself back, you could die today This is hip-hop, fuck off, get rocks I murder rappers with Rugged Man, organs get zip-locked Nerves of you fucking jerk offs, niggas 'bout to get murked off Fucking rappers disgust me like Rick Ross with his shirt off! [Chorus: Ruste Juxx] Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits, hits, hits Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits, hits, hits Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits, hits, hits Hits, hits, hits, nigga, hits, hits, hits