Hopsin — Be My Friend/High School Dropout

[Verse 1] I never had a lot of hope I looked above and God had spoke And said I'm only here because my daddy's fuckin' condom broke Did I ever go to college? (Nope) And even got no drive for dope I'm looked upon like I'm a joke 'Cause this the shit that I promote The Ill Mind Of Hopsin! Where real life's an option! The ill lines that I spit make you realize you're not sick! Science at its finest tell Bill Nye to watch it Now turn this shit the fuck up 'til you feel high and nauseous You fake thug rappers be frontin' like you was born with Glocks (I trap niggas) But only time you ever bang is when the door is locked (C'mon!) Nigga with attitude just without the S curl I break rappers like promises with my ex girl I'm kinda strange And I been this way since a young age The biggest book I've read was less than one page I've always had slump grades Never use a condom like I want AIDS A nutcase, I'll smash your fuckin' dreams like a pugs face [Hook] I'm a high school drop out Still living at my moms house (My moms house) (Oh yeah!) I talk shit and get knocked out My life sucks and I'm not proud Ohhh do you wanna be my friend I would love to be your friend Come on then Do you wanna be my friend I would love to be your friend Come on then [Verse 2] My life's lame, I gotta pay money to fuck a whore I couldn't pull a damn anorexic bitch in a tug of war I'm sick of big headed niggas feeling above the lord Somebody please give Soulja Boy the "You Suck" award! Out of all the styles you just had to pick the wack shit Hopsin won't attack you if you practice You faggot little bastard I never would have imagined this would happen I should fuckin' power drive your ass into a cactus Yo, the game's mine, go rule you own I got a foolish zone I'm a schitzo who carpools alone Relax this is the music that I make for maniacs Who can't adapt with the rest, now watch the chain react The world's cold, open your mouth and let me come inside I diss the fuck outta rappers, it's 'cause I wanna die I never face my problems Shit I always run from mine I fucked my life up, now I'm tryin' to give your son a try [Hook] I'm a high school drop out Still living at my moms house (My moms house) (Oh yeah!) I talk shit and get knocked out My life sucks and I'm not proud Ohhh do you wanna be my friend I would love to be your friend Come on then Do you wanna be my friend I would love to be your friend Come on then [Verse 3] Yo, I come from a land where the kids fail to sick hell So if you're frightened by my lyrics and looks bitch, yell Brainwashed, by Slim Shady and D12 Crooked, Ludacris, Missy Elliot, Big L Well, y'all know Hopsin, but let me explain who Marcus is I make inspiration on music for the retarded kids Who suffer from Parkinson's Whose bodies have parts missin' 'Cause it's Special Ed, man you really don't know how hard it is You know I've always been a know-it-all I thought that when I'd grow up tall I'd get pussy and not be using blow up dolls I want more hoes I can't control my hormones I'm always watchin' pornos in my bedroom with the door closed Whoa! Hey Hopsin! Stop with the mental hacker games You've already brainwashed our son, Alexander James (What?) He's only half your age (So?), and now he masturbates His whole perspective on the things that really matter changed (Man!) [Hook] I'm a high school drop out Still living at my moms house (My moms house) (Oh yeah!) I talk shit and get knocked out My life sucks and I'm not proud Ohhh do you wanna be my friend I would love to be your friend Come on then Do you wanna be my friend I would love to be your friend Come on then