[Verse 1]
Stop and listen
I rock it wicked, [bad word] on this [bad word] You gotta get it, there's nothing hotter than it
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 [bad word] The amount of people that's feeling me is a hot 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 [bad word] is gon' get you stuck in some violent [bad word] And feelings will be hurt so you're better off if you mind your bidness
Don't get it started, with that [bad word] Marcus, that kid retarded
It's gon' evolve to [bad word]  he'll prove your [bad word] 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 uhh (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 uhh (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
fat [bad word]  she was barely able to walk
She was good for one thing, that was taking a [bad word] Till she told me she was pregnant, [bad word] I'm thankful to God
That she wasn't, coz all that [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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? [bad word] my wife? [bad word]  take some [bad word] advice
You wanna look nice? [bad word] me I'm right
Go to the [bad word] gym and lose the gut and you're fine

[Hook]

[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 [bad word] school, man, I never could pass through it
I never be that student that headed to class who gets an up on his report card
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 [bad word] to me, nice mugging me
Making fun of me
What do these ugly [bad word] be thinking when they [bad word] with me?
They lucky I don't suddenly go and [bad word] something other than me
Like a [bad word] psycho, then whats it gonna be?

[Hook]

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