[Intro]
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Ha ha ha, thanks for the introduction
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So Funk Volume fans, I can¡¯t rap, right? Well, I bet you the next one hundred and ten bars say otherwise!
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And let me start by showing you how to address somebody with less fans than fans than you!
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[Verse 1]
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I¡¯m about to eat and pleasantly shit out Shizzy sizzle
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And the little Niggy tickles, So I guess I did it for shits and giggles
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You found a way to elicit my rage
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All your little short bus fans posting your bullshit diss on my page
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So you like to skateboard?
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I like to sit and think what I hate more, your stupid fucking face, your lisp, or your braids
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I¡¯m sorry Shizzy, but I had to mention
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With that lisp, your whack ass could take first in the Special Rap Olympics
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You're uglier than Swizz's ass, go kiss in his cage
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You two go together like Jarren Benton's dick and some AIDS
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Why am I dissing you? Hey, I ain¡¯t too much of a prideful coward bitch to acknowledge some shit when it sprays
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Funk volume? More like punk volume!
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I been slapping them silly and they just sit and take it like bitches for days!
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Look at them shaking in the corner, sharing their body warmth
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While the almighty Hopsin sits and gets rich from his slaves
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I think it¡¯s funny that your fans think I¡¯m not raw
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When everyone of y'all kissed my ass, DJ Hop saw
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But he¡¯s a two face pretentious pussy pop doll
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With Hopsin's hot sauce-covered cock and lock jaw
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Look at these punks trying to play dope
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You faggots are faker than a pack of drag queens on a parade float
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It¡¯s time to let you bitches know, I¡¯m so "reel", I should be stuck to a fishing pole
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Listen, this is punk volume!
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[Hook]
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Hey, you can run, you can hide, but can¡¯t escape from the vibe
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I¡¯m giving you punk volume!
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Look around and you¡¯ll see they¡¯re all living a lie, and I'm telling you why
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Yo, it¡¯s never gonna stop, on and on I¡¯ll go
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Until the whole world hears it and they all will know
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That punk volume is going down in flames at the end of the night
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And I¡¯m telling you why!
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[Verse 2]
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Yo, so Hopsin's the greatest rapper alive, right?
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I bet you if you scratch his black off
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You¡¯ll probably get a 1999 bright blond hair, blue eye, white new guy
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With five Spice Girls sitting next to Dr. Dre saying ¡°Hi¡±, right?
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Let's put the facts together, he ain¡¯t a rapper
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He¡¯s the worlds¡¯ biggest blackest Marshall Mathers swagger jacker ever
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It¡¯s fucking sad but clever, every single thing he does, Eminem did ten years in the past and better
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He¡¯s just a big clone! Somebody took white contacts and stuck them on a slim shady dip cone
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And Eminem¡¯s own fans kids were just stoned enough for it to work, now he's dancing in the end-zone
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Look at this leech bitch preaching against reefer
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While SwizZz, Jarren, and Dizzy Khalifa sit and get blown
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Hits home doesn't it, bitch? Go on and push me
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I got hours of audio that confirms you¡¯re a pussy
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It¡¯s funny as fuck watching your fans trying to defend you
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And deny all the allegations I filed against you
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And you said it with your own words, ¡°I was like a brother¡±
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Who discovered your only loyal to those that benefit you
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I was there when you were broke and nourished you
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Helping you flourish, pursue your true purpose, encouraged and asserted you
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But when it came time to go to bat for me, you jumped ship
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And gave me some cash and told me keep it on the hush tip, like what the fuck, bitch?
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Money can¡¯t erase the pain of your best friend punching you right in your fucking face!
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And you only apologize when I turn the heat on
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And Dame¡¯s like, ¡°He¡¯s gone, let by-gones be peons!
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We¡¯re Funk Volume! We don¡¯t need him, fuck Jokerr, he mad!
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He just wants to use you to get fans he wishes he had!
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And what? I¡¯m using you too? Pfft, that¡¯s some crazy shit!
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Remember when you couldn¡¯t pay your rent and I came and gave you it?
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Remember when you tossed your deal with Ruthless out the window?
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And all your little homies disappeared when you went broke?
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When everybody else left, me and SwizZz would still kick it"
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Duh Marcus, what the fuck you think? You¡¯re their meal |