| Why
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| We ‘bout to show ‘em how it goes down
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| People playing with me, they must wanna die
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| The Coalition don’t fuck around, still representing that Southside
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| We ‘bout to show ‘em how it goes down
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| Took ‘em from they family, make ‘em wanna cry
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| K-Rino me never fuck around, yeah
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| You nasty bastards, I drop higher scholastics
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| Mathematics couldn’t calculate the number of caskets
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| I teach the masses, pull out a piece and blast it
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| And leave pain and hand grenades up in your Easter baskets
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| To flip graphics like K-Rino, you need gymnastics
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| Rip gashes, you play me, hoe, you leave in plastic
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| I breed Jurassic and reproduce the fastest
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| Nullify your oxygen supply with loose elastics hey
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| To take me out, you need a fight plan, man
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| I spit a verse so hard on stage the mic stand ran
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| The cynical phrase pinnacle, lyrically ecumenical
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| function identical to octopus tentacles
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| It’s enough I split heads and leave ‘em divided
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| Break your whole body in half and leave ya ass one sided, ay
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| And if you’re looking for a skull, I got it
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| I chuck it in somebody yard and let a pitbull hide it
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| Why
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| We ‘bout to show ‘em how it goes down
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| People playing with me, they must wanna die
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| The Coalition don’t fuck around, still representing that South
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| The dean of killing with kidnap classes
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| Call me for real, keep two clips, they flip like Dwayne Wayne glasses
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| You think I give a fuck about your chain and all that bragging?
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| Jack K’s Black Book bean pie and go Platinum
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| I spit that shit you can’t fathom, watch me crack ‘em
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| Got stock options in here because all the bodies I be bagging
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| I be dragging dead people through mud, backwoods and sticks, man
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| Got Atari 2600 that play Playstation 6 games
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| Now what’s my fix, man? |
| It goes like this, man
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| I jump through your ears and start Crip walking up on your bitch brain
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| Mass murderer, kill your whole family in one bunch
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| Eat ‘em for lunch, that’s what I like to call black history month
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| I’m on the hunt, you feel this? |
| Erase your mind
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| You couldn’t reminisce if your bitch ass was on OS-10 peeling ‘cause we the
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| realest
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| Got that high like smoking on nine sweets
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| You can’t fuck with Bang, in the bed poking on nine freaks
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| Why
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| We ‘bout to show ‘em how it goes down
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| People playing with me, they must wanna die
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| The Coalition don’t fuck around, still representing that South
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| With an array of flows, I spray foes
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| Depending on how you lived your life, I distribute horns or halos
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| A 9 will leave you with a blown mind
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| I call your house up aggravated and snatched your ass through the phone line
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| Dinner with K, you need a strong mind
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| ‘cause like a broke ass clock, you hanging around at the wrong time
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| Could still see you if I go blind
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| I know your DNA is messed up, I ain’t trippin', you can clone mine
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| I run with Bang and Big Doc
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| My brain power is so great, I can think and mentally pick locks
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| Thinking you harder, dude, you dead wrong
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| My body vanished at the mic and all they saw was floating headphones
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| I don’t need heat to blast you
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| Your family found out it was me you was dissing and whooped your ass too
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| Vocal murder I’m manifesting
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| And I don’t wanna hear that whining, just answer the damn question
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| Why
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| We ‘bout to show ‘em how it goes down
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| People playing with me, they must wanna die
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| The Coalition don’t fuck around, still representing that Southside
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| We ‘bout to show ‘em how it goes down
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| Took ‘em from they family, make ‘em wanna cry
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| K-Rino me never fuck around, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Must Wanna Die , by - K Rino. Song from the album Worst Rapper Alive, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп