Pots and Pans

It's beef when I get to cooking

You're beat, when I get to dissin

some freak, when we get to kissin

she beat, me off in the kitchen

Concrete, I crush my competition

while I form a new religion

I'm an eagle you're a pigeon

you just burned these bridges

When my fans get to hearing

It's me, that you're fighitn

you'll land, yourself in prison

to cause a schism

boy just listen

fore your blood runs all crimsion

and your boys, run all chicken

I got bars like a prison

I'm under suspicion

for terrorism

I drop bombs, they freiking fission

females freaking when they hear it's Christian

cuz Christ has risen and my writtens channelling him

I'm dismanteling your mantle while I mount your woman like a camel

Yellin "Hump day" until next thursday

heresay, what did they say

Call my rap gay

Yet I get more ass than Kanye

Hey Hey Hey

Momma keep the pots and pans in the

I'm a let you finish in a minute

But I'm finna show this niglet

just what the fuck he missin

With his decision

for no collaboration

Now his ladies pipes I'm snaking

and he may label me crazy

like a bagpipe in haiti

but I'm a deity

rising from Hades

with too many personalities

causing too many causalities

I'll slit you throat and drink it with my powerade

 

Momma keep the pots and pans in the kitchen

Ima kick your ass with vans in the kitchen

better make other plans before you dissin

Cuz I'ma take all your fans, and leave you missin

 

This ain't a battle it's a pillow fight

But i brought a knife to this slumber party,

now it look like a slaughter movie

I just saw some boobies

Now I'm spitting at a pussy

Cat run away before it gets too scary

Hey Harry,

This muggles muzzle is magic

no faggot could handle it

need four straps and a hand grenade

hear four claps like bad parade

Like daht daht daht

don't hear the last cuz debt has been paid

by your death don't be afraid

cover charge is free to the land of the grave

I'm in the land of the greats

and if I fall I will land with such grace

I'll have choirs singing amazing grace

In this arms race i dropped a nuke

You dropped a deuce

I will not lose

I'm on the juice

You cut me loose

only response whoops

 

Momma keep the pots and pans in the kitchen

Ima kick your ass with vans in the kitchen

better make other plans before you dissin

Cuz I'ma take all your fans, and leave you missin

 

Lyrical I'm killing

but your head is still bobbing like a pigeon

until your throw hands like a chicken

Muhammad Ali I'm weaving and bobbing

police cannot stop me

Hand you shit like a swap meet

nothing back shit it's all free

You're too whack get up off me

Your chick already whacked me off

to hands wax on wax off

Mr. Miyagi on the street, kicks like karate

On the beat I'm too naughty

I don't do this shit nicely

Claus came and told me precisely

this life is too pricey

so I took out his Kidney

and sold it for money

The kids may now hate me

The police now chase me

I don't lift like a pulley

I still hit like a bully

I'm too fast like a bullet

But I'm the sac I'm a bull, get it

 

Momma keep the pots and pans in the kitchen

Ima kick your ass with vans in the kitchen

better make other plans before you dissin

Cuz I'ma take all your fans, and leave you missin