[Verse 1] Stop and listen I'll rock it wicked, no competition on this shit You gotta get it, there's nothing hotter than it A whack 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 gifted 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 climb the game until I'm up at the top of it And don't be chicken to call me out if u 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
[Hook] Mama keep the pots and pans in the kitchen (x2) 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 (x2) 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'mma 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 Till she told me she was pregnant, shit I'm thankful to God That she wasn't, cuz 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 Cuz that's where she belong, better leave me alone Calling, asking where I'm at like she need to know But 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
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[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, cuz 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 then 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 whats it gonna be?
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Compositor: Marcus Jamal Hopson ECAD: Obra #17355355