[Intro] Ha ha ha, thanks for the introduction So Funk Volume fans, I can’t rap, right? Well, I bet you the next one hundred and ten bars say otherwise! And let me start by showing you how to address somebody with less fans than you!
[Verse 1] I’m about to eat and pleasantly shit out Shizzy sizzle And the little Niggy tickles, So I guess I did it for shits and giggles You found a way to elicit my rage All your little short bus fans posting your bullshit diss on my page So you like to skateboard? I like to sit and think what I hate more, your stupid fucking face, your lisp, or your braids I’m sorry Shizzy, but I had to mention With that lisp, your whack ass could take first in the Special Rap Olympics You're uglier than Swizz's ass, go kiss in his cage You two go together like Jarren Benton's dick and some AIDS Why am I dissing you? Hey, I ain’t too much of a prideful coward bitch to acknowledge some shit when it sprays Funk volume? More like punk volume! I been slapping them silly and they just sit and take it like bitches for days! Look at them shaking in the corner, sharing their body warmth While the almighty Hopsin sits and gets rich from his slaves I think it’s funny that your fans think I’m not raw When everyone of y'all kissed my ass, DJ Hop saw But he’s a two face pretentious pussy pop doll With Hopsin's hot sauce-covered cock and lock jaw Look at these punks trying to play dope You faggots are faker than a pack of drag queens on a parade float It’s time to let you bitches know, I’m so "reel", I should be stuck to a fishing pole Listen, this is punk volume!
[Hook] Hey, you can run, you can hide, but can’t escape from the vibe I’m giving you punk volume! Look around and you’ll see they’re all living a lie, and I'm telling you why Yo, it’s never gonna stop, on and on I’ll go Until the whole world hears it and they all will know That punk volume is going down in flames at the end of the night And I’m telling you why!
[Verse 2] Yo, so Hopsin's the greatest rapper alive, right? I bet you if you scratch his black off You’ll probably get a 1999 bright blond hair, blue eye, white new guy With five Spice Girls sitting next to Dr. Dre saying “Hi”, right? Let's put the facts together, he ain’t a rapper He’s the worlds’ biggest blackest Marshall Mathers swagger jacker ever It’s fucking sad but clever, every single thing he does, Eminem did ten years in the past and better He’s just a big clone! Somebody took white contacts and stuck them on a slim shady dip cone And Eminem’s own fans kids were just stoned enough for it to work, now he's dancing in the end-zone Look at this leech bitch preaching against reefer While SwizZz, Jarren, and Dizzy Khalifa sit and get blown Hits home doesn't it, bitch? Go on and push me I got hours of audio that confirms you’re a pussy It’s funny as fuck watching your fans trying to defend you And deny all the allegations I filed against you And you said it with your own words, “I was like a brother” Who discovered your only loyal to those that benefit you I was there when you were broke and nourished you Helping you flourish, pursue your true purpose, encouraged and asserted you But when it came time to go to bat for me, you jumped ship And gave me some cash and told me keep it on the hush tip, like what the fuck, bitch? Money can’t erase the pain of your best friend punching you right in your fucking face! And you only apologize when I turn the heat on And Dame’s like, “He’s gone, let by-gones be peons! We’re Funk Volume! We don’t need him, fuck Jokerr, he mad! He just wants to use you to get fans he wishes he had! And what? I’m using you too? Pfft, that’s some crazy shit! Remember when you couldn’t pay your rent and I came and gave you it? Remember when you tossed your deal with R