Lyrics:

Kumbaya, my Lord
I might say things that you might not support
When do I drop the torchBless my enemies, which whom I mop the floor with
It`s true, my thoughts are morbid
I`mma do my job, of course, shit
Can`t fit in my shoes, niggas wishin` I lose
I`mma get it like, woo

I done left it all behind me in Cali`
While yellin` goodbye to my family
I had to do a little soul search (Yeah)
All of my demons kept on fightin` and scrappin`
Inside of my mind, I was crashin`
Maybe I was having a growth spurt (Uh)
They tell me I should go out and mingle, it don`t work (What)
I`ve contemplated on whether or not to smoke Purp (No)
Think you sick in the head, come visit my shed
I live on the edge, let`s jump, shit, I`ll go first
Mmm, yikes, quite preposterous (Yeah)
White kids soaking up the hype up off it
Hi, I`m Hopsin, I`m obnoxious
I`ve been tokin` like the guy from Boston
Watch me rise to top ten (Yeah)
You know what I mean, ain`t no one like me
I`mma turn all of my haters to some overnight fiends
I done made a lot of money from exposin` my grief (What)
Flow catch bodies like it`s COVID-19, nigga

Bitch, listen, I`m exertin` the gas fumes
I`m the asshole who goes to work in a bad mood (Yeah)
Me and my alter ego make a murderous rap group (Uh)
I`m handin` beef to niggas like I`m servin` up fast food (Yeah)
I should`ve been spazzed, now the burden has passed through
Haters wanna laugh at all the hurdles I ran through
But the word on the avenue (What)
Is now they wanna watch UP
Like a fuckin` pervert in the bathroom
Nigga, ew, yuck (Yuh)
The ladies always tell me I`m a real cunt (Yuh)
These wack motherfuckers, that`s a meal lunch (Yeah)
On every instrumental, I`mma spill guts
And I`m still nuts (Hello)
Like RoboCop`s scrotum
I`m givin` niggas hell but I really hope I`m not goin`
And if I do, I`m pullin` up with hoes in my foreign
While the man above is watchin` with his coke and popcorn

Well I guess I`m a villain, labeled as strange
Labeled a clown, labeled deranged
Labeled as someone you might put to shame
Labeled a freak, who`s unable to change
I`m sick in the head, I`m sick with the grind
I am not someone you casually find
Where is the light, give me a sign
`Cause I got way too much shit on my mind
And I`mma get it all out

Kumbaya, my Lord
I might say things that you might not support
When do I drop the torch
Bless my enemies, which whom I mop the floor with
It`s true, my thoughts are morbid
I`mma do my job, of course, shit
Can`t fit in my shoes, niggas wishin` I lose
I`mma get it like, woo

I been noticin` a shift in the industry
Too many niggas who appear to be gritty
Flashin` they nice jewels (What)
Braggin` about some pills and packin` a rifle (What)
You just gon` be another rapper that dies soon (Boom)
That`s another body off the market
Rigor mortis seen him before police saw the carcass
Some of these niggas really `bout it
They gon` show you all the corners
Now your mamma gotta see you droppin` slowly on a harness

Shit, it might be me next, I really mean it
The reject that you all love, I ain`t He-Man
Some niggas ain`t got a piss to pot, they can pee in
They hate the planet so they come at you lookin` for revenge
That`s why I gotta go to sleep with the nine tucked
Niggas creepin` up, fuck it, I ain`t leavin` survivors
One squeeze and your spine bust
Ugh, actually, I don`t want yo` dirty corpse on my carpet
Get the fuck out of here

My attitude is that of a Hulk smash
Mixed with Tony Montana snortin` bags of his coke stash
If it`s true that I`m a savage at cold rap
I might as well rock a white jacket and pope hat
Dissin` me is like having your throat gagged
And fucked `till your insides saggin` and prolapse
Big and `Pac was a tragedy, no cap
But hearin` me rap is like having `em both back

Yeah, so how can you deny an alpha rude as I
Livin` on cloud nine, better believe the altitude is high
Niggas say, the game`s better, Hopsin, now that you`ve arrived
`Bout to lace you motherfuckers with an album you can buy
Yes, I had to go retarded, I was dropped at birth (Yah)
Fuck all y`all, I`mma let my cock disperse
I got a constant urge to let the bombs emerge
And only time I`m worn out is when it`s Hopsin merch

I`m a villain, labeled as strange
Labeled a clown, labeled deranged
Labeled as someone you might put to shame
Labeled a freak, who`s unable to change
I`m sick in the head, I`m sick with the grind
I am not someone you casually find
Where is the light, give me a sign
`Cause I got way too much shit on my mind
And I`mma get it all out

Kumbaya, my Lord
I might say things that you might not support
When do I drop the torch
Bless my enemies, which whom I mop the floor with
It`s true, my thoughts are morbid
I`mma do my job, of course, shit
Can`t fit in my shoes, niggas wishin` I lose
I`mma get it like, woo

Boom, that`s another body off the market