Lyrics Forty-8 lashes - K Rino

Forty-8 lashes

Yeah, just bought a brand new whip\nSo everybody in this room that don’t wanna get they ass tore off\nI would advise you to leave right now\nEvery now and then we gotta make an example\nSo once again\nK-Rino\nI’m like the letter ‘a' in the word drama so comprehend it\n‘cause I stay in the middle of it and I always end it\nI’m the sergeant, I bust and lightening-bolt my target\nI would call ya trash but I don’t wanna insult my garbage\nSee I knew your style would be weak before you said a word\nSo I covered my ears to make it the worse flow I never heard\nThe notion of K-Rino not winning big is absurd\nIn a contest with three people, you couldn’t even finish third\nThere’s no other, I’m the microphone-in-your-jugular shover\nI’m so sick you get the flu just by touching my album cover\nWith the swing of only one hand, you’ll see ten jabs\nMy voice vibrates in the cracks in cement slabs\nK-Rino, my black book is my soulmate\nI’ll grab Texas by the panhandle and spank you with the whole state\nI never sidestep, I roll straight\nMy opponents hate ‘cause I get up in they grill like Colgate uh\nWhip ‘em with forty-eight lashes\nCremate you with nuclear heat flashes\nThen roll up your ashes\nI’m still the same killer that I was last century\nRun for ninety years but I’ll murder you eventually\nWhip ‘em with forty-eight lashes\nCremate you with nuclear heat flashes\nThen roll up your ashes\nI’m still the same killer that I was last century\nRun for ninety years but I’ll murder you eventually\nI’m the phantom of the new opera\nThe true mobster that’ll booyaka a cop in a lot with two rastas\nI strip marrow from bone in a bionic zone\nI’m like the Incredible Hulk on human growth hormone\nI speak monsoons every time I record tunes\nYou a paper cut, my lyrics are samurai sword wounds\nMi casa is su casa, come into mi casa\nWhere I lock ya in a basement and shock demons about ya\nReal heat reveal\nMy third degree burning higher skill kill seven rappers at the fire drill\nAin’t no way for a weak Peter Pan emcee to stand\nLike a dike in a pair of Dickies, you just wish you was the man\nThe most reliable brand, justifiable homicide hand\nVerbal elements of the most maniacal strand\nYou clone this, you become prone to get your dome split\nI need my parent’s permission to listen to my own sh*t\nWhip ‘em with forty-eight lashes\nCremate you with nuclear heat flashes\nThen roll up your ashes\nI’m still the same killer that I was last century\nRun for ninety years but I’ll murder you eventually\nWhip ‘em with forty-eight lashes\nCremate you with nuclear heat flashes\nThen roll up your ashes\nI’m still the same killer that I was last century\nRun for ninety years but I’ll murder you eventually\nI stick you from ridiculous range, my curriculum strange\nLike a person staring at a picture-less frame\nYou’ll never fathom what my words’ll do to your health\nNo man is wise enough to teach me so I tutor myself\nTriple the sun and volcanic lava, my blast is hotter\nThe linguistic mass marauder, Massacre University is my alma mater\nCrazier, ain’t nothing saving ya\nHot as a fool wearing a fur blazer in the summer in Saudia Arabia\nI squeeze a round after I beat him down\nNext time you see this clown, he’ll be in a drag queen lounge in a evening gown\nBelieve it or not, South Park’s the lyric-killing spot\nWhere bullets go in your ass just like a penicillin shot\nI grab your skin and (*mouth sound*) like velcro\nPlaying with me is worse than getting blindsided by an escaped gorilla elbow\nRolled my words in paper weed, light ‘em and standby\nIt’s so potent before it hits your mouth, it gets your hand high\nWhip ‘em with forty-eight lashes\nCremate you with nuclear heat flashes\nThen roll up your ashes\nI’m still the same killer that I was last century\nRun for ninety years but I’ll murder you eventually\nWhip ‘em with forty-eight lashes\nCremate you with nuclear heat flashes\nThen roll up your ashes\nI’m still the same killer that I was last century\nRun for ninety years but I’ll murder you eventually\nSending love out to the South Park Coalition\nThe whole SPC, the whole South\nK Water on the mix\nJustice Allah in the building\nShoutout to Point Blank, Ganksta NIP, Dope E, Klondike Kat, Murder One,\nRapper K, PSK-13, J Chill, the whole House of Wax, Black Book International\nYeah, and anybody I forgot, y’all know what it is, much love