Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heat Branga, artist - K Rino. Date of issue: 06.05.2004
Song language: English
Heat Branga |
| Active genius, creator of the rectangular cipher |
| South Park liver, ass-whooping giver |
| Lyrics cold enough to make a fucking snowman shiver |
| I don’t listen to country soft rock or heavy metal |
| Rap motherfuckers I take to unimaginable levels |
| The abductor of fools ridiculous rhyme raper |
| Confiscating repossessed spirits, sell 'em hoes for paper |
| If push comes to shove that shove gon' lead to shooting |
| MCs die like old ass trees I’m uprooting |
| A contest I suggest not you get split |
| I battle 5 million sperm in the womb, so you ain’t shit |
| All that you can do is hate me, your girl can only ride me |
| I got a microscopic scientist living inside me who guides me |
| I’m old school to the fullest fool, beatboxing and cuts |
| Walking internet, so log on K and download these nuts |
| K-Rino is the motherfucking heat branga |
| Hard-ass bomb dropper rough beat banger |
| To yo woman I’m that motherfucking meat a slanga |
| Hands up if you don’t give a fuck, feel what I’m saying? |
| My skills are genetic, respected atomic bomber |
| Training started at 6 months of age by battling my momma |
| She taught me well (yeah) and every now and then I shook her |
| She was hard to beat but by the age of 5 I finally took her |
| Man, I’m tripping but still ripping |
| Subtract the whole by adding hands to heads multiplying an ass whipping |
| You’re roasting me, knowing you ain’t nowhere close to me |
| The organ relocator putting lungs were kidneys supposed to be |
| Reverse your parts, I put your lips below your waist |
| Give your mouth a shitty taste and glue your asshole to your face |
| I rise above petty shit and take a leak on it |
| Fuck a love song, I play a Dolomite tape and smash the freak on it |
| So hopefully you might get the flow for me |
| You’re sweet as potpourri, openly wrecking motherfuckers vocally |
| You came at me rhyme after rhyme after rhyme |
| But like Jordan you brought your ass back one too many times |
| K-Rino is the motherfucking heat branga |
| Hard-ass bomb dropper rough beat banger |
| To yo woman I’m that motherfucking meat a slanga |
| Hands up if you don’t give a fuck, feel what I’m saying? |
| Stand in your midst, I’m transparent you wonder were I went |
| Calculus tricking, the metric chemistry experiment |
| Allows me to vanish, I’m the wrong man to pick out |
| Lose my mind, bust in the courtroom moonwalkin' with my dick out |
| No, for sure, K-Rino go hard, I crush one |
| Like liquor, I’m pouring lyrics out my book before I bust one |
| Yeah that’s for all the homies that ain’t here to witness |
| The wizard cerebrally scaring these assholes shitless |
| Let’s battle for cash, but if you’re broke I’ll take amps |
| Lamps, credit cards, firstborns and food stamps |
| Man you’re worse than 700 rude tramps with mood cramps |
| Recruit rappers then run they asses through lyrical boot camps |
| Disaster, man fuck living happily ever after |
| Retire my rap jersey and hang my mic from the rafters |
| I’m always in a cop’s scope |
| Like wrestling, landing knee first on bastards from off the top rope |
| K-Rino is the motherfucking heat branga |
| Hard-ass bomb dropper rough beat banger |
| To yo woman I’m that motherfucking meat a slanga |
| Hands up if you don’t give a fuck, feel what I’m saying? |
| It’s like that |
| 2002, K-Rino and Ruff Eyque |
| Yeah, what’s up to my boy Scott Raida |
| We kill all haters. |
| SPC, |