Lyrics If You's A Ho - K Rino

If You's A Ho

I’m sick of these dope fiend rapping ass suckers
Sick of these materialistic motherfuckers
Bragging on their clothes and shit, their hoes and shit
When K-Rino throws a fit my foes will get
Fucked.
When I roll up, hold up your hands, black
All that you said, it’s too late for you to hop on my sack
It’s highly likely that I will diss you for that rhyme you spit
Somebody wipe me with some tissue (Why?) ‘Cause I’m the shit
I grab the mic and clear my throat to show you who I am
Once kicked a rhyme so hard I heard a baby holler, «Damn!»
Graphic, malicious grill crasher, you could steel my Black Book
Break my neck, cut out my tongue and I’ll still smash ya
Challenge your fear but you disappear
These suckers biting on my verse just like Tyson on Holyfields ear
Bring the drama fool, I promise I’ma bump your ass
All I can do is tell your family where I dumped your ass
‘If You’s a Ho' let us know
But if you wanna flow like some killers, grab the mic and let’s go
‘If You’s a Ho' let us know
But if you wanna flow like some killers, grab the mic and let’s go
K-Rino the king, I rough you up with some fast reading
Rhymes cramped his stomach up like a period and left his ass bleeding
You ignorant rappers need to quit
All you talk about is smoking weed, fucking women, shooting guns, the same shit
I’ll break your whole day down
You stepped at 12 o’clock, bumped his gums at 1, by 2 his ass was on the ground
Riding my bone like some rims
Hoping that these nuts melt in his mouth like M&M's
You feel like you can flow but if you stepped to K-Rino
I’ma wreck your basic style and hope your family at the show
Yo, this ain’t no time for faking ‘cause a lot of rappers thought enough
But I bet this shoe fit up your ass if I kick hard enough
Fruit cake ass rhymes couldn’t win against my granny
So you’ll know I’ll send you home in nothing but some damn panties
Take your money, take your nuts, your title, then I’ll break your neck clean
I’ll even take that girl that you were fucking in that wet dream
Boy it’s me and you
I’ll make them shiver, I’ll rank your monkey ass up the river
And you ain’t got to come pick these raps up ‘cause I deliver
Like dominoes, lyrics by the slice
If ain’t there in thirty minutes then I’ll bust your ass for half price
I got the potential to kill many
But you be hanging round me, all up on my nuts like you was Lil' Penny
Ghetto tactics I employ, seek and destroy
Jab him, put him in a Boston crab and stab him, y’all better get this boy
Torture your weak mind for tryna play K
Try me and I pimp you on the mic like Sweet Daddy be doing JJ
Fake reciters, I be cracking plenty of ‘em
Matters how many of ‘em, bring 5, bring 10, fuck bring 20 of ‘em
Yo, we’ll go some rounds if the fool’s able
But I break you like A.C. Chill or Rapper K on the pool table
Call my shot before I drop it, chalk my microphone up
Punk ass rapper in the corner pocket