Lyrics

[Intro] Oh, this is a Funk Volume production Get ready for what you were not ready for Mutha fucka! Ha ha! [Verse] 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 is gon' get you stuck in some violent shit And feelings will 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 [Chorus] 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! [Outro] 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