Pans in the Kitchen Hopsin

[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