Mr. Jones
Hopsin Song Lyrics

This nigga hopsin blew the fuck up son - outta nowhere. yo how the fuck this nigga doing that shit? this nigga corny as fuck dog. I've been rapping just as long as the nigga and niggas don't respect me. what the fuck nigga

Damn it's like that, it's like that.

I know you mad cause they fuckin' with my music and it's not yours

Now you wanna copy like I'm spanish on a chalkboard

You still ain't got a key to the locked door

Game ain't showed you no love, nigga my lord

Yeah, 2015 raw encore

Give me my saw with the countdown - five, four

Three, two, one, see when I choose bums, I bruise 'em

The new duke nukem is gruesome

Just last summer homie you was the hot dude

Label being shady with you, who do you talk to?

Nigga your career is done as soon as they drop you

And all those little groupies you was cool with forgot you

The game never came with no easy assembly

Now you grieving in misery doing pizza delivery, damn

We don't recognise you like a secret identity, man

Shoulda came to fv for the remedy fam.

[Hook]

Say something now mr. jones

Ooh, what you gotta say now mr. jones

What you gotta say now mr. jones

Ooh, what you gotta say now mr. jones

What you gotta say now mr. jones

Ooh, what you gotta say now mr. jones

What you gotta say now mr. jones

Ooh, what you gotta say now mr. jones.

These underground niggas think they on a roll

Then why you can't get the double x-l cover honor roll?

Been years, you ain't got no respect

I just watch y'all fall like the domino effect, nigga

Used to talk like you had the plan laid out

Till it backfired, nigga what you got to say now?

Doing twenty buck collabs through your paypal

Shoulda joined fv, you coulda shut your bank down

Niggas like 'hop calm down

Why you always gotta get so emotional?'

I'm like 'If it ain't coming from the heart

How the fuck is my fanbase s'posed to grow, alright?'

Yeah, tell these folks not to bother

When I blew up, you got blown out the water

You dissed him on disney, get thrown in the locker

Your shit wasn't polished, my flow is too proper.

[Hook]

Say something now mr. jones

Ooh, what you gotta say now mr. jones

What you gotta say now mr. jones

Ooh, what you gotta say now mr. jones

What you gotta say now mr. jones

Ooh, what you gotta say now mr. jones

What you gotta say now mr. jones

Ooh, what you gotta say now mr. jones.

Niggas jumpin' in cause the bar is low

Fuck it, I been starvin' yo, weak ass niggas, I'ma target those

Do not approach wit a sorry flow, I'll chop you into particles

I'm on the pedestal that you are below

I ain't heard a mutha'fuckin' thing that's remarkable

Dissin' me just won't work out, no cardio

Welcome to the ill rap carnival

Bout to blow your mutha'fuckin' brains out quick with my arsenal

Uh, nigga stop with the coupe charades, not in the mood to play

You goin' to school today

You put a single out, pocket then loot in change

Nigga your jewelry is not gonna boost your fame

You too lame, bottom of the food chain

The poop stain, I'm bruce wayne, I'm too trained

There ain't no way to reduce pain, when I throw blows

If I ain't hot, god damn, I don't know.

[Hook]

Say something now mr. jones

Ooh, what you gotta say now mr. jones

What you gotta say now mr. jones

Ooh, what you gotta say now mr. jones

What you gotta say now mr. jones

Ooh, what you gotta say now mr. jones

What you gotta say now mr. jones

Ooh, what you gotta say now mr. jones

One more time, what you gotta say now mr. jones

Ooh, what you gotta say now mr. jones

What you gotta say now mr. jones

Ooh, what you gotta say now mr. jones

What you gotta say now mr. jones

Ooh, what you gotta say now mr. jones

What you gotta say now mr. jones

Ooh, what you gotta say now mr. jones.

Mr. jones where you at man?

When you gon' blow up man?

When am I gon' start hearing about you, it's been years man?

You been rapping for over a decade and you haven't made one move buddy

Shit, I know why you haven't made one fucking move

Nigga you suck.