No Words (Skit)

(album: Pound Syndrome - 2015)

Man, rap today fucking sucks bad, I don't give a fuck what anybody says. These fools ain't spitting no type of dope shit, but that's not even the bad part; they're not even saying words anymore. They just got a hard-ass fucking beat to trick dumb asses like you to make you think you like the shit. Play that fucking beat. We got some real fucking mentally retarded rappers in the game. I know for a fact nobody knows what the fuck these dudes be saying! Wait, turn my reverb and my auto-tune on real quick. This what the fuck they be doing:

Hopsin proceeds to parody how many popular hip-hop artists music sound. While the track is gibberish and generic sounding, it's not far off some club songs

Yeah, haha, yeah shout out to my brothers, turn it up!

I put it on rollie, I'm drinking straight lean, a bitch is straight feeling my diamonds
I'm rolling specific, my nigga you counting my shit, but that shit out my dome, burrrrt
Give it some time, diamonds, some niggas and rum
None of this money and no place to put it, so I'm putting all it up, turn up!
I tell all of you niggas, my family, I tell you, I tell you I love you
Now, tell all your family right there when I say, when I say that I love you
I done came with these bands with my niggas and niggas is calling me crazy
I went to the doctor, he looked at my dick and he said I got rabies.

A lotta nigga tryna figure out
She gonna do a nigga, big? I know
I'm on the jury duty's corners standing big, I know
Standing big, I know, I want it big, I know

I know, I know
I know, I know, I got it big, I know
I know, I know, I got it big, I know
I got it big, I know
I got it big, I know
I got it big, I know
I know, I know

Now watch these dumbasses be like "hey that shit went hard though bruh."