I'll remain in your brain going round and round
Everybody's getting funky to that gyp hop sound


Skip like you're a broken CD player are ya layering a prayer in a taylor suit or slayer top
A mayor sash you got for studying a major in the sess a sooth sayer saying that you're bayer ready heavy night ahead
You see the bubbly and the red stipe, ready for the day in bed and ready for the bread line
Testing all your brain cells I am sure they will be dead I'm
Sure that you'll be more than cured once whiskey hits your canines
All I have to say is Gyp-hop and you're hooked like a fish
My rock hard rock bars are punchy like a fist but I'm sweet like choc chip
Smooth like choc dip I don't like to tongue kiss I much prefer to lock lips
When holding hands I use a soft grip charm I use my strong wit
I'm a picky man I see these girls in crop tops from Top shop but they've not got the character to stock this
Well my words can leave you scarred 'cause I rock hard like a rock star and top bars always get my cock hard like a hot chick
or hot bitch to be a little more mysoginistic or more genre specific but I ponder well is it
Doing hip hop you've gotta piss off at least a bit of the population
But I don't rip off I simply think outside the big box and come with this not another copulation of shit blocks to build a shit song
One I can't stand to listen to when I mix wrong
Can't you tell I made some minor mistakes mixing this song
If you can't then dish out for an album go and put that disk on


I'll remain in your brain going round and round
Everybody's getting funky to that gyp hop sound


Skip hop skank dance jump to the gyp hop
Champion the dance floor like a stallion clip clop
Galloping and prance around in trainers or in flip flops
Leave the venue barefoot out of breath and with a ripped top
So damaged by the fun you'll feel comfortable with pink sock
Time doesn't exist here we're drowning out that tick tock
So take your time enjoying it as though it was a stick rock
Just close your eyes imagine that the stage is just a big clock
Tip top what a bully show it wasn't so so
the man was very dressed for someone who's a hobbo
He had lot of artwork but I didn't see a logo
I never thought I'd say it but I didn't feel FOMO
I felt like I had walked into a western music dojo
I used up so much energy I feel as dead as dodos
I sprung around and bounced around as though I was a pogo
Remember when he dropped it and he told us all to 'go low'


I'll remain in your brain going round and round
Everybody's getting funky to that gyp hop sound