I'm Here

Ooh, I'm here!
So open up the door for me (who is it?)
It's Hopsin
I'm Here
So open up the door for me
Hurry up and let me in (na na na na na)
Give me my dinner (na na na na na)
Then pass me the dessert
Yo, H-izz-o, P stepped in the dizzo
Wit a mean mug and a magnificent flizzow
I gotta get my swag on nigga ya know
I'm tryna leave the club wit a freaky ass (Ho!)
My penis is all I'm finna give her
Hopsin is sicker than a nigga
Who sobbing from hiccups and vomit his liver (What?)
You wanna blow up? Stop gobbling liquor and probably consider
Plottin' some shit up to get popular quicker
Phonies get too many plays on the station
And leave me assed out of a deal while they on vacation
Shit I'll leave these rappers face on the pavement!
This game's filled with more whack niggas then a slave owner's basement
But I'm a freth of bresh air
I mean a breath of fresh air
MCs are next to catch hell
I leave 'em wrecked and then scared
'Cause that's just what I do
I'm the lyrical bugaboo
Wait on me for a substitute
I be tearin' shit up so move!
Ooh, I'm here!
So open up the door for me (who is it?)
It's Hopsin
I'm here
So open up the door for me
Hurry up and let me in (na na na na na)
Give me my dinner (na na na na na)
Then pass me the dessert
Hey shorty, if I buy you a 40
You think that you can gimme some 'tang? I'm feeling horny
Or we can have an orgy
With you and your friends, I'll be the man
Have a nigga yelling out, YEAH!
My label trying make me switch the flow
Just because Oprah don't want me saying bitch no more
I'm like "Oprah, why you doing this?
Come on, this is ludacris
That just hypes my ass up even more to call YOU a bitch!"
This is my life, and this is my urge
This is my mic, and these are my words
You can't stop Hopsin
Forget it, its not poppin'
I kick the shit that niggas love when they hot boxin'
Right when you was 'bout to retire from listenin' rap music
I reversered and turned you back to it
It was a close call
I was even thinkin' all hope was lost but most of all be happy
Oh, I'm here!
So open up the door for me (who is it?)
It's Hopsin
I'm here
So open up the door for me
Hurry up and let me in (na na na na na)
Give me my dinner (na na na na na)
Then pass me the dessert
I go to rap concerts, and post in the back
Don't even clap
I'm knowing that the show'll be whack
After performing they be looking like they supposed to get dap
I'm like, "Man, you got murdered by your opening act!" (Get outta here!)
You ain't fucking with what I brought to the table
You just a tax write-off for your label
You outside flossing you Range Rove
Hoes eyeballing your bankroll
'Till you flop and owe the money back
Am I watchin' the same show? I think so
I'm the invincible, unpredictable, Mr. Ripper flow
Yes, it's pitiful, gimme some nipples to nibble on
Lyrical general, suck on my genitals
'Fore you get shitted on
Understand me and you never gon' get along
He best be, the hottest since the PS3
Straight out the W-E-S-T
Of course! What other rappers you know repping it iller?
You other niggas pretty hot but I'm a definite killer, come on
Oh, I'm here!
So open up the door for me (who is it?)
It's Hopsin
I'm here
So open up the door for me
Hurry up and let me in (na na na na na)
Give me my dinner (na na na na na)
Then pass me the dessert
Oh, I'm here!
So open up the door for me (who is it?)
It's Hopsin
I'm here
So open up the door for me
Hurry up and let me in (na na na na na)
Give me my dinner (na na na na na)
Then pass me the dessert
Hopsin, Hopsin, Hopsin, Hopsin, Hopsin
Hopsin, Hopsin, Hopsin, Hopsin, Hopsin
H-izzo, P stepped in the dizzo
Wit' a mean mug and a magnificent flizzow
H-izzo, P stepped in the dizzo
Wit' a mean mug and a magnificent flizzow