Packfm - Kilt It lyrics

rate me

[Intro:]

Put your fist up, swing around left-to-right

I ain't talkin bout a show, this a mothafuckin' fight

Fuck yo kicks up, put ya shoe through his eye

If the nigga gets up, then you ain't do it right

[Verse:]

I rap like a nigga, you rhyme like a bitch

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 shit

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 jewels in her mouth

Move-em-in, Move-em-out, raw hide mothafucka

Quick to the draw, if you ain't raw, Hide Mothafuckaaaa!!

[scratches]