Lyrics

With sick lyrical riddles I peddle heavy metal, horrorcore, hiphop/Bop be coming up from a different level/ a disheveled mental/Not bending but breaking the rap rules/ not reppin' the game with fake fools/ or making a name with fake jewels/ how many of you have paid dues/ selling your soul to make moves/ nervous awaiting to see if you make it/ killin the shakes with straight booze/ this is the life the real choice/ condemning those who aint true/ how could you know what its like if you've never been in my shoes you.....hypocrite hypocrite hypocritical..---------Verse 1---------hypocritical individuals pitiful/ hearing other pitiful individuals killin them ear drums/ dumb bums/ Come so fun!/ your done son/ some rum got this one too numb to run from guns/ Come and bust one/ my tongue is too hot to touch son/ and some of them need a blunt so use my lyrics to light one/ the game's in trouble when i'm drinking a double/Shot clocking running so lets see what you got to top BOP/ Plot and plan write again and again/ and pound your pen to your pad cause BOP just killed it again/ Must be frustrating when you dont know how to react/ to a maniac that just looses his mind on a track/So try to hate the great that make the fake debate/ and God hates me see cause I straight create...----Pre- Chorus-----(310 sings) Trouble! I been trouble almost all of life/ the only friend my I know lives in my Mic/Trouble!!!!!!!------Verse 2---- I was taught to come hard or not all but a lot of people now ain't hard at all with their vocals autotuned or chopped and screwed you come to me with that you'll get yourself (Sound Effect)/Yo, I'm literal your simpable my message ain't subliminal considered an incredible critical individual with invincible principles killin all of da syllables your habitual ridicule is lyrically typical(Classified:I'm An Animal) I've been one since the day I was born (Classified: I'm just a man torn) About Hiphop and where it has gone so I came to the rescue straight on the double cause I heard my one love hiphop is in trouble----310 Sings Pre-chorus/Chorus----- Verse 3 ----- "The best" I never love 'em always making 'em crumble/ I'm never humble so my style always gets me in trouble wit/hypocritical cynical lyrical miracles people hearing them fearing 'em but always trying to mirror them/ mimics clones drones I'm known to throw some bones to those who cant flow unless they all alone at home/Microphones bleed when they handed to me and instantly turn a gig into a murder scene/Your dreams of being big were killed wit my first 16 so you in some trouble when you start a battle wit me/ Yo I'm BOP there ain't no raddlin' me/So everybody in the crowd start some trouble with me!----Bridge--- (Duet) It seems in the world today it doesnt pay to behave so why don't COME AND START SOME TROUBLE WITH MEEEE!