Who's There?
Hopsin Song Lyrics

[Hook hopsin]

I know how long you've waited (waited for what?)

For the day all these games end

Knock-knock, who's there? h (h who?)

Knock-knock, who's there? o-p

Knock-knock, who's there? h (h who?)

Knock-knock, who's there? o-p.

[Verse 1 jarren benton]

A bunch of savages, hop'll slice the head off a faggot

I wake up in the morning and go raid the medicine cabinet

Every word I spit is murder on the page of this tablet

I spit out a fucking bullet from this gauge at your fabric

I'm not your average joe, brain pattern is slow

A lot of pain, things changed, now I'm stacking this dope

Exclusive new shit, me and hopsin we too sick

I crack a hater upside his fucking head with a pool stick

Murdering me is like hop signing to ruthless

For a second time and then pigs flying on broomsticks

Michael jackson crawling out of his grave with two kids

Bitches squirting st. ides liquor out of they two tits

Fuck a metaphor, basically nigga you ain't doing it

Hand you a mirror before I murk you, check out a view in it

I'm losing it, serial killer lurking the music biz

Without a mask, I want you bitches to know who the fuck it is

Suffering succotash, rims on a hovercraft

Romantic psychopath, I drown whores in a bubble bath

It's mr. benton nigga, y'all fall back

And lick the crease between my asshole and ballsack.

[Hook]

I know how long you've waited (waited for what?)

For the day all these games end

Knock-knock, who's there? h (h who?)

Knock-knock, who's there? o-p

Knock-knock, who's there? h (h who?)

Knock-knock, who's there? o-p.

[Verse 2 dizzy wright]

Yo, locked and loaded

Ready to bring da ruckus

Thuggish ruggish

No other rapper can touch it

I'm disgusted, fuck it

Nah, I'm in a rush to put the pressure on

Let it be known, ask yo girlfriend who she sextin' on

Better known, it's mister knock-knock the panties down

You a hand-me down, hammer down what they invested on

Shoulda' left it alone, shouldn't have left her at home

It gets her off of you, I'm watchin' as she testin' it on

My marijuana scent all up in yo shit

You ain't shit, you as solid as my spit

I gotta couple rappers on my list

Better get established before I get to wrapping up careers

King dizzy coming to give it to you straight

Taking place, fuck being different

I care about being great

Nigga kill the hate

I'm coming just to kill it in yo state

Fuck the world, fuck you

Run in place, I penetrate

We the shit.

[Hook]

I know how long you've waited (waited for what?)

For the day all these games end

Knock-knock, who's there? h (h who?)

Knock-knock, who's there? o-p

Knock-knock, who's there? h (h who?)

Knock-knock, who's there? o-p.

[Verse 3 hopsin]

Yeah, bitch I didn't wake up in a new bugatti

Just in a room of rotten rappers, gruesome bodies I'm killin' like I'm illuminati

I'm fuckin' out the blue tsunami, nothin' you can do to stop me

I don't care if you knew karate or do pilates

You fools are probably scattered so gather you stupid posse

And get me before I move to aussie and they crucify me

Fuck your new versace, you can get a cutthroat and deep-throat a dick 'til it's poking out through your butthole

Swallow the nut whole, this shit is x-rated

Ya'll kept playin' on devilish ground 'til you met satan

I stomp on you 'til you chest cave in and neck breaking

You better be keepin' you mouth shut like your breath stinkin'

There really isn't anyway I can be less blatant

So face it, you basically fuck, my brain is corrupt

This little bar - I'm raising it up

And you can watch me catapult after you finish licking jarren's anus and nuts

It's knock madness!