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old school rippin - k-rino lyrics

bust at your feet till you lay with red socks
im so aggravated that my chest hair is in dreadlocks
you should think giving me a pen filled with ink is kinda like giving superman an energy drink
i prevail i’m a beast when it comes to mail, i work harder than a crackhead whose fresh outta jail
step to you and tear your head off with one hard quote and show up to your mommas house in nothing but a trenchcoat
im known for writing a verse and spitting well and im hard to get rid of like a chitlin smell
oh my gosh man i think ive had enough of your trash, i’ma giant you an insect on a buffalo’s -ss
you couldn’t beat me with a bullwhip, with the foot speed of flash and a 39 yard head start in a 40 yard dash
my prime lasted 25 years and still wrecking, your prime lasted 4 minutes and 32 seconds
your alb-m is just like welfare don’t you get it, there’s a lot of people on it but they’re ashamed to admit it
i use the mic for methods of battery beat your from sunday to ‘sat-rdee’, you so trash that your insults flatter me
i’m baffled by your lyrical tactics, i’m amazed at you manage to maintain that consistent level of whackness
with little concentration and practice, i spin the planet on my finger like a globetrotter, like it was on its axis
natural sk!ll no dope, i never popped a pill, got banned from therapy sessions for slapping dr. phil
broke in your crib knocked your gold teeth out and p-wned them, fool you couldn’t roll on me if you was a condom
being conceited got you defeated, he tryna act like he a pimp, his game is so weak his blow up doll cheated
bit my rhymes i ain’t get mad i know you need it, i put hair on it so it will look familiar when you eat it
the m-sses in the building they don’t need to search, i put lyrics in the collection plate in my church
25 trillion is probably what i’m worth, f-ck a bentley i’ma put a down payment on the earth
i blew his head off left nothing but hot vapor, i was tryna see if his brain matched my wallpaper
the hospital said he was ultimate patient, i hit a lot of times like multiplication
like water gl-ss i just had waste him, he was running i was standing in place and i still chased him
when i pounce that’s the end of the game, i make you hate that i’m on ya like that tattoo of your baby momma’s name

- k rino lyrics

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