Hopsin - Pans In The Kitchen lyrics

[Verse 1:] Stop and listen I'll rock it wicked, no competition on the sh** 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 ya'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'm a climb 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 sh** is gon' get you stuck in some violent sh** And feelings will be hurt so you're better off if you mind your business Don't get it started, with that n***a Marcus, that kid retarded It's gon' evolve to some ruckus, he'll prove your sh** is garbage He'll be the illest artist, realist on this rap All you n***as 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'm a prove that I'm the man in the kitchen mama! [Verse 2:] I used to push weight on the block: A fat b**h, she was barely able to walk She was good for one thing, that was taking a co*k Till she told me she was pregnant, sh** I'm thankful to God That she wasn't, cause all that sh** 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 a**ault, she need to make her f**ing 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? b**h, take some f**ing advice You wanna look nice? Trust me I'm right Go to the motherf**ing 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, cause there's evidence to it I never knew it, but the rest of my cla** knew it They must've thought I'd never remember the past to it f** school, man, I never could pa** through it I never be that student that headed to cla** 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 motherf**ers be thinking when they f** with me? They lucky I don't suddenly go and become something other than me Like a f**ing psycho, then what's it gonna be?