Hopsin - Hop Madness Lyrics

Hopsin's first single off his upcoming album, "Knock Madness". Funk Volume 2012! Turn it up!!!  Lyrics and Video below. Is he dissing rap artists?

Hopsin - Hop Madness Lyrics:
Verse 1-
Im the undenyably hot nigga
Who be makin hip hop illa
The spot filla, i smash rappers out and got sicka
HOPZILLA
Im like a mischeivious prop getta
Ima prolly get popped by Biggie & Pac's killer
Look at the pockets fill up (idfk)
Now im a twat drilla (idfk)
I remember the days when bitches would not pick up, the phone
When i would call em... Now hoes is not a problem
I rose up from the bottom
"Hey bro your fuckin awesome!"
But i aint here to brag about a new porsche
With two (idfk) who made a killin
And now im bout to bring a few more
Its time you feel my true force from Cali straight to New York
And yall goina kiss my ass like you tried to make me do yours
BITCH, you want a act and beef, think before attackin me
I know that im quick to get out of line like i have to pee
Its obvious i got ya heart pumpin
I may look like a fuckin idiot but i promise im far from it.

Hook- 
A year ago i wasnt all that
Now all of a sudden bitches all on my ballll sack
"Am i your best friend?" Heck no.
You can be a fan of all of my songs nigga but just dont....
RIDE MY DICK noooo DONT RIDE MY DICK x2

Verse 2-
Check me out.. yuh
I talk shit and rip beats, Im a true MC
Only one that tells me.. What to do.. Is me.
Take a close look @ FV and what it grew to be
Hoppa Dizzy Me & # zZz's make the crew complete [Yeah]
My shit is past basic
In my eyes i think i have made it
Came a long way from mom & dads basement
When i do shows the women strip me half naked
My mothafuckin bad language got my ass famous (?)
Now lables thinkin bout signing me [YES]
MTVs got they eye on me [YES]
SHIBIDDIBBIDY WOW this is irony
I still aint givin a fuck so if i hurt yo feelings tell it to yo diary.

Nigga im so beast
Rhymin on cold beats
Finally shinin without the diamonds and gold teeth
Now the higher empire tryna bring fire on me
So i keep my guard up.. and when im tired i go sleep

[Hook]

Verse 3-
I know theres a whole lot of niggas who wonder why i keep dissin
I aint trippin just listen im on a discreet mission
Rappers talkin on drugs, money, and deceive women
(I have no fucking idea what he says here lol)
Thats like the foulest crime
So somewhere down the line i was bound to rise and make a difference and now its time 
I know you rappers are about a dime
But its all for me to live and you corrupting minds im surrounded by
I aint the nigga you goina outshine
Truth is you only go in when im goin outside
Fuck your role turn it down mine (?)
And when you greet me get on your knees and open your mouth wide
For the record i aint the type to share
If you a rapper taking my image then war is what i might declare
Just cuz im buzzin of these white contacts doesnt mean you should take yo ass to hot topic to buy a pair

[Hook]

[Here comes MK]
HOPSIN!
You burnt black 

Tech N9ne - Am I A Psycho ft. B.o.B & Hopsin Lyrics

Tech N9ne - Am I A Psycho ft. B.o.B & Hopsin Lyrics (Odd Future Diss):

[intro]

i see you looking at me

looking at me, so i ask

[hook]

am i a psycho? am i a psycho?

yeah i’m a psycho, i guess i’m a psycho

[verse 1: tech]

you’re crazy, i like you, but you’re crazy, my tours paid me

so i used that dough to allure ladies (?) bathe me

never know that my minds for sure shady

pure hades, rev x stady couldn’t endure to save me

why did i let this stripper burn me on the arm with a cigarette

in the same spot 10 times in a row when i felt that burn upon the clitoris?

i’ma get her wet, sorry to get carried away, i feel stupid cause i ain’t did her yet

maybe she never let a fine nigga stare at her breasts, i get vexed but i ain’t bit her neck

open! i try to contain it but that damn dame thang’s soakin’

alter ego say why you let them gang bang folk in

strange lane hopin’ i can maintain coping

but ain’t nobody talkin when the insane mane spoken

i like fire on my skin, blood on my draws

from up on her walls, i’m suffering, i’m stuck in her claws

stuffed in her jaws, huffin’ and puffin’ (?) my balls

[hook]

[verse 2: hopsin]

mom? dad? i’m no longer the boy you’ve used to seen

i’ve changed a lot, plus i’ve grown to hate every human being

my mood swings have now turned my dreams into gruesome scenes

now i’m doing things i don’t normally do

when illusion seem to be the only pleasures i can gain

if i was sane i’d put down the mic and say fuck it i’ll never rise to fame

but with the wicked records i contain, i could probably jump a 1000 name

no lovey-dovey let’s ignite the flame if you’re lucky you survive the pain

sorry that ain’t very nigger to say, why is this game so scary to play?

well let me think, cause every day my balls are getting too hairy to shave

pause a minute, i’m stressin’ the game if i go to heaven, hell is to blame

i don’t mean to come off crazy but you mothafuckas seem to think that i’m hella deranged

when i was seven years old, i fell on my head and i severed my brain

if you think i’m lying then ask my mama nigga she’ll go tell you the same

should i be ashamed? no, i’m living my life so ghetto fabulous

before you gippin’ outta a show let me ask you this

[hook]

[verse 3: b.o.b]

i stab you with this mic and rap this verse i’m rappin’ to you

matter fact i’m rapping through you, never say my motherfucking name

unless you absolutely have to i am not no fucking jacket

with no matching shoes and you are not no fashion guru

can’t even see you niggas, y’all wish i was rappin’ to you

matter of fact act like i’m rappin’ to you if that gives you passion

to use this an excuse then just jump up out of conclusion

that i’m attackin you dudes is just like old fashion voodoo

y’all ain’t even the shit, y’all ain’t even the doodoo

i got more flavor on the tissue paper under my toobos

so i’m slapping you fools with wooden paddles you stupid

baby sitting low baskets like little afternoon children

you can call me psychotic but it’s more like schizophrenic

and i can speak can anyone tell me just where my medicine is

guess i gotta show these minors just what my avenue is

man i swear i’m up out of my brain like graduate students

i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings

i see your tears, come here, give me your face, let me clear it

but i wonder how it would look if i could peel it back with a skilliet

then i’mma fill it crack when i hit it, then i’mma spill it back when you ill it

dammit bobit moore, what in the hell, what in the heaven, what in the earth

where is your mom? why do you curse? where are you from?

where was your birth? where was you first? why weren’t you in church?

why is there dirt, all on your shirt? man i think you’re going berserk..

[hook]