[talking:]

Uh-huh uh-huh, uh man

I'm mad, I'm mad uh



[K-Rino:]

I say, people be wondering who the best is

Look at that boy I just battled, and then go ask him where his chest is

I smash fools, cause I'm jurassic

They gon have to bury your body and your ass, in two separate caskets

Shock resistant, heat starter

A threat to take a bath with plugged up, electric appliances in the water

My rhymes are like crack, against the law

Young playas get took to jail, just for having K inside the car

I make a time machine, and blast off

Go to the future, catch your grandkids rapping and bump they ass off

MC's get hooked, when I rain on em

These rappers take my rhymes to motel rooms, and run a train on em

Call me the style, metamorphian

Subject to evolve into a bionic bullet, releasing scorpion

Got to impress you, when I'm in the square

If my rhymes ain't rough enough, I might just vanish into thin air



[Hook:]

Y'all don't wanna run up, on K-Rino

Keep that mainstream shit, I'm bringing street corner flow

Lyrical manslaughter, no time for game playing

Round after round bucking em down, so what you saying



[K-Rino:]

I kick a thousand, with none whack

Understand virgins listen to my words, and get pregnant on contact

Swallowed by flows, now you feeling doubt

My rhymes like cancel pack and sick killer bees, eating your stomach out

No matter, what city or state

Wreck any rapper breathing lose, I got a trick of pot of boiling water straight

You either die now, or die later

I slap a hater G, and I put that on your old lady vibrator

Got more ingredients, than gumbo

You bring them rhymes up in the paint, I be I swat em down like Mutumbo

I might inflict lyrics, that kill fast

And Ms. Cleo couldn't predict, how many times these hands gon touch your ass

No need to call me, I'm the best at this

See all I got to do is scare people thoughts, to check my messages

You could be asleep, I'll still get with you though

I'll take a nap, meet you in your own dream and come and get you hoe



[Hook]



[K-Rino:]

They can't identify, the gifted ace

I fake em out, because I wake up every morning with a different face

I snatch punks, and hit the kill switch

Fuck a picture on a milk carton, they gon find his ass inside that bitch

It ain't no use, for you to try and hide

It's South Park Russian roulette playa, take turns inhaling sionide

I'm gunning fools down, at high noon

My promotion's so strong, I got posters and shit all on the moon

You wanna run up, on a thought spinner

They'll show the highlights, of me dogging these silly rappers on Sportscenter

Roaches be dying, from the way I spit

My rhymes so dangerous, you gotta wear a rubber when you play my shit



[Hook x2]



Y'all don't wanna run up on K-Rino [x2]