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