PackFM - Kilt It lyrics

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

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, aka 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!