[K Rino talking]

Yeah I'm 'bout to do this for everybody

that wanted to do it but was scared to it

No love for the radio

Yeah- K Rino- check it out


[Verse 1]

Let me say fuck Jay Mac, the cum drankin' sucker

Dick ridin', balloon head faggot motherfucker

You don't understand who you fuckin' with bastard

I'll bump yo' ass off and then piss up in yo' casket

This is for you hoe - it's war, know what I mean?

And anybody else that wanna step up on your team

I said squash the shit - to side talk with Nazis

You done sat yo' naked ass up in a pot of hot grease

Tryna diss the Muslims, now you need protection

Should of kicked ya ass for high capping at connections

You don't wanna step to me bitch - you wouldn't last

I'd knock ya out and put a mini-skirt on your feminen ass

Bumping your gums but you bump 'em too much

Don't be thinkin' 'cause you on that radio you can't get touched - trick

Should of let that shit die - now it's real serious

I forgot that's how girls be actin' on they period

Is it Jay Mac or Gay Mac? people wanna know

Talk that shit, I'll leave your punk ass and bent off for sho'

Lock him up in a room full of punks and roll

You need a dick up in yo' mouth to match that one that's in yo' ass hole -

TRICK


[Chorus]

Time to let them haters know (time to let them haters know)

Aint got no love for the radio (aint got no love for the radio)

Time to let them bitches see (time to let them bitches see)

Y'all stepped outta line when you fuck with me (y'all stepped outta line

when you fuck with me)


[Verse 2]

When K Rino wrecks I leave Madd Hatta scared to go next

I'll pull ya panties down and let your crowd look at your cotex

I'm bringin' drama to the highest degree

When some real shit be going down the laws be calling me

If you got a girl hoe I be quick to deceive

I'll be all up in her head like a a motherfuckin weave

When I blast hard rhymes fast Hatta better pass

I ain't gotta bring my partners hoe, I know some dyke's that'll beat your ass

On 'Madd Hater' both these hands be put

I'm 'bout to formerly introduce yo' ass to my foot

Boy I'll run up in yo' house while your family beg

Beat up yo' punk ass and make your mamma fry me some eggs

It's K Rino, talkin hoe - Madd Hatta you better fear

2 seconds of me will have you shittin' bullets for a year

Ooooh damn, is that your face or a halloween mask?

K Rino will knock the shit out of your gorrilla lookin' ass

How the biggest hater always claiming he getting hated

Can't be faded, fakers and foes eliminated

Roll up on your ass in a hauled out Caddie

Fuck Jay Mac and Madd Hatta - his baby daddy


Fuck the radio

Fuck the radio

Fuck the radio

Fuck the radio

Fuck the radio

Fuck the radio

Fuck the radio

Fuck the radio

Fuck the radio


[Chorus]

Time to let them haters know (time to let them haters know)

Aint got no love for the radio (aint got no love for the radio)

Time to let them bitches see (time to let them bitches see)

Y'all stepped outta line when you fuck with me (y'all stepped outta line

when you fuck with K Rino)


[Verse 3]

I don't give a damn, fuck radio play

Same old shit 15 times a day

Before you talk boy you better pause like a comma

Jay Mac ain't got no daddy - man that hoe got 2 mammas

Try to act hard - get popped in your throat

Catch ya ass slippin' at the radio remote

Drop a agg' scheme, get in the ring and tag team

Yeh I'm talkin to Hatta too - you fuckin drag queen

Monday - them hoes was on the ave talkin' shit

Tuesday came - SPC plotted the hit

Wednesday came and I was ready for the jack

Thursday I saw them bitches 69'in in a 'llac

Friday I told Jay Mac to wear a vest

Saturday that bastard passed his pregnancy test

Sunday he went into labor in hot flashes

Had a bald headed monster lookin' baby with some glasses


[Chorus]

Time to let you haters know (time to let you haters know)

Aint got no love for the radio (aint got no love for the radio)

Time to let them bitches see (time to let you bitches see)

Y'all stepped outta line when you fuck with me (y'all stepped outta line

when you fuck with me)


[K Rino talking]

SPC... yeah this K Rino, I mean what I say too

Yeh I wanna shout out to the DJ's that did keep it real

My boy Walter D, my boy X-Ray, Lester “Sir” Pace from deep

Parish Murphy, Jimmy O, my boy Mean Green, Greg Street

All the ones around the world who play and support the real

If I don't know ya, it ain't no beef, but if I say yo' name you in the mix -

it's war when you see me

Peace to Street Military, peace to the Screwed Up Click - SPC for ever baby

y'all better recognize


[**Voice imitating Jay Mac**]

Hatta... for me Hatta?

Flowers for me?

Stop playin' Hatta, for real?

We can be a family now, I knew it all the time

Tell me you love me...just once, ain't nobody here

Wait a minute, wait a minute, look into my eyes when you say it

Ohhhh....God does answer prayers

Wait a minute, Jay Hatta... don't that got a nice ring to it?

Lets say it together

Jay Hatta..


[Greek]

Yeh that's right

Greek said that