PackFM - Kilt It lyrics

[Intro] Put your fist up, swing around left-to-right I ain't talkin bout a show, this a mothaf**in' fight f** yo kicks up, put ya shoe through his eye If the n***a gets up, then you ain't do it right [Verse] I rap like a n***a, you rhyme like a b**h Son's actin up, go find me a switch Got my mind in a ditch, keep ya eye on the kid Five nine, buck fo' five, grimy as sh** I'm what's really hood in Brooklyn, and hella poppin out in Compton Call me FMak, a.k.a. Somebody Stop Him Got security stompin at every show I'm rockin Crowd response is "son, he kilt it" like a Scottsman A force to be beat, can't be done, knock you off ya feet King of the Hill, you live across the street from Dawson's Creek So make ya'self at home, Why?, cause you finna drop In a coffin with locks filled with four cinder blocks When my crew's in the house, we abusin' ya spouse She thought I was Paul Wall, I put my j**els in her mouth Move-em-in, Move-em-out, raw hide mothaf**a Quick to the draw, if you ain't raw, Hide Mothaf**aaaa!! [Scratches]