Pans in the Kitchen

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Stop and listen I'll rock it wicked, no competition on the shit You gotta get it, there's nothing hotter than it A wack rapper's what Hopsin isn't, I'll kick it to ya If you got a minute, you'll bob your head like a walking pigeon Play my position, I'm kinda different when rhymes is kickin' I got lots of this, I vibe to it as I rock a fitted The amount of people that's feeling me is a high percentage They know I'm tight, but I'll be conceited if I admit it I'ma clown the game until I'm up at the top of it And don't be chicken to call me out if you got a problem with it Unsilenced, shit, just go get it, stuck in some violent shit And feelings gon' be hurt, so you're better off if you mind your business Don't get it started, with that nigga Marcus, that kid retarded It's gon' evolve to some ruckus, he'll prove your shit is garbage He'll be the illest artist, realist on this rap All you niggas out there wanna get him on your tracks [Hook] Mama, keep the pots and pans in the kitchen Mama, keep the pots and pans in the kitchen I be banging on the pans in the kitchen So, mama, don't be trying to hide the pans in the kitchen Mama, keep the pots and pans in the kitchen Mama, keep the pots and pans in the kitchen I be banging on the pans in the kitchen So, mama, don't be trying to hide the pans in the kitchen I like playing with the pans in the kitchen, mama You gon' let me play with the pans in the kitchen, mama Don't care what you say about the pans in the kitchen, mama I'ma prove that I'm the man in the kitchen, mama! [Verse 2] I used to push weight on the block A fat bitch, she was barely able to walk She was good for one thing, that was taking a cock 'Til she told me she was pregnant, shit, I'm thankful to God That she wasn't, 'cause all that shit was making me hot I'm happy that she ain't the one to have a baby with Hop She's so obese, I'd take her out and make her stay in the car Her body odor always smelling like some bacon and farts I'd tell her how I don't eat pork, she took it straight to the heart Ready to make an assault, she need to make her fucking way to the barn 'Cause that's where she belong, better leave me alone Calling, asking where I'm at like she need to know Oh, what a surprise, she thinking I'm the love of her life? Becoming my wife? Bitch, take some fucking advice You wanna look nice? Trust me I'm right Go to the motherfucking gym and lose the gut and you're fine [Hook] Mama, keep the pots and pans in the kitchen Mama, keep the pots and pans in the kitchen I be banging on the pans in the kitchen So, mama, don't be trying to hide the pans in the kitchen Mama, keep the pots and pans in the kitchen Mama, keep the pots and pans in the kitchen I be banging on the pans in the kitchen So, mama, don't be trying to hide the pans in the kitchen I like playing with the pans in the kitchen, mama You gon' let me play with the pans in the kitchen, mama Don't care what you say about the pans in the kitchen, mama I'ma prove that I'm the man in the kitchen, mama! [Verse 3] I'm Marcus and yes, I am stupid Thought I was a smart kid? Guess again, stupid I'm a special ed student Give me a couple of bars and let the man prove it 'Cause there's evidence to it I never knew it, but the rest of my class knew it They must've thought I'd never remember the past to it Fuck school, man, I never could pass through it I never be that student that headed to class who gets an A Up on his report card, a nice kid who's so smart Seem like when they threw me in special ed, it got more hard Every year the cycle repeats over again My friends graduate and I'm way older than them Then they come to me, nice mugging me, making fun of me What do these ugly motherfuckers be thinking when they fuck with me? They lucky I don't suddenly go and become something other than me Like a fucking psycho, then what's it gonna be? [Hook] Mama, keep the pots and pans in the kitchen Mama, keep the pots and pans in the kitchen I be banging on the pans in the kitchen So, mama, don't be trying to hide the pans in the kitchen Mama, keep the pots and pans in the kitchen Mama, keep the pots and pans in the kitchen I be banging on the pans in the kitchen So, mama, don't be trying to hide the pans in the kitchen I like playing with the pans in the kitchen, mama You gon' let me play with the pans in the kitchen, mama Don't care what you say about the pans in the kitchen, mama I'ma prove that I'm the man in the kitchen, mama! (Man in the kitchen, mama....)