| Let it be known I’m a dangerous fella
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| I decapitate rappers like a helicopter propeller
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| Like a Mafia killer unstoppable topics I sever
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| Drop a lyrical obstacle in cold or tropical weather
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| Yo, my flows carry me to places unthought of
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| I go to sleep inside my room but I wake up underwater
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| Started ripping, boys thought that I was fiending, they tripping
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| I was sipping lyrical liquid from a different dimension
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| I’m on the couch 'bout to run in your spouse
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| Fuck with me you might just wake up with a son in your house
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| Understand it I’m heated, I’m heated, I’m heated, I’m heated
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| I’m heated, the shit is so true I just got to repeat it, feel it
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| You wanna get high, I got what you need
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| I invented smokeable alcohol and drinkable weed
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| Oh yeah, sometimes I go where the savages go
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| I’ll jack an average Joe if my cabbage is low, it’s K-Rino
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| Fuck jail, I ain’t doing no time
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| A twenty-year sentence to me is just a long-ass rhyme
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| I speak to wild animals and flip my demeanour
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| HaHaHa, that means «fuck you» in Hyena
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| Hey, I hurt ‘em with a paragraph I exposed
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| Killed my ex-wife for tryna take half of my flows
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| I’m what happens when shit talking and drama collide
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| We can battle at your house and let your momma decide
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| I got pride, I play to win, woman or man
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| I’d rather beat ya for free than lose to you for fifty grand
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| You wanna roll with K-Rino, I’m telling ya never
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| I wouldn’t let you kick it with me if we played soccer together
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| People speaking on my verses, they don’t know me, in fact
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| Me and these whack rappers get along like Kobe and Shaq
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| I spit derogatory statements till I made ‘em react
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| Catch his ass slipping with four killers and fade ‘em to black
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| The greatest rap prose, I suppose I’m bound to get chose
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| Bound to spit flows and execute you counterfeit hoes
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| It shows, you write your rhymes with a feminine touch
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| I got a steroided rhinoceros adrenaline rush
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| You can’t explain cerebral range from a heavenly plane
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| I can never be trained, my head contains seventy brains
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| They hear me shooting these lines, nobody responds
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| I’ll make these punk rappers walk more times than bonds |