| Yeah, y’all wanna know who I am?
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| I’m bout to tell y’all who I am
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| I’m the, worst rapper alive yo
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| When they see me hit the corner, they be running like I’m 5−0
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| No chance for survival
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| Any man come test left dead on arrival
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| I murder fools in exhausting ways, it starts with a arson blaze
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| No caution I shorten days, stand over graves and rip till I make coffins raise
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| A dark haze covers my noggin, K often praise
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| Spark and raise a light that reach the red planet where the Martians stay
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| Then I cast a verbal spell, flowing
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| Y’all ain’t knowing on the microphone I go deep like Terrell Owens
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| Vegitablize ya from the chin up, I torture you rappers
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| I shave the hair off of your head and braid your skin up
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| I’m part cyanide and part venom
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| I got jars in my kitchen cabinet that look empty but there’s really thoughts in
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| 'em
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| Witness my plan, you’ll understand I’m a sinister man
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| Jumped off a two foot brick and it took me ten minutes to land
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| The beats I own, hit and pound domes
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| My mind’s expansive, I got workers on my brain now building town homes
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| I leave your defence delinquent and ultrasound showed how I seen frequent
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| In the unborn embryo’s dream sequence
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| I’m the words in the sky, like cannabis smoke
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| A unanimous vote so I could slander his quote, slice his neck and hand him his
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| throat
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| I roll with facts, give me a pen and that’s all she wrote
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| Control the axis of million men with a small remote
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| I spit the best, pass my book and I’m a instant threat
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| I speak to life forms that ain’t even in existence yet
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| The phraseologist, bring bastards to me
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| One verse takes you from illiteracy to a master’s degree
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| They be fearing this, rain haemorrhaged way before they be hearing this
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| I take pride in giving your spirit an out of body experience
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| Deliberately delivering DNA to a cynical feminist
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| Stood mirrorless gazed at brick walls and seen physical images
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| My flow is a mixture of a seven figure body counting a bible scripture
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| Future predictor, with wicked riches in my baby pictures
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| When I burst out, pull your hearse out
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| If you bite. |
| I’ll punch a hole in your stomach, reach in and snatch my verse out
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| I’m offing you with the hand and eye quickness of a stenographer
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| Worked part time at a cosmos as a fly ghost photographer
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| Go to war with ya, a thousand horses couldn’t drag me off of ya
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| Too raw for ya, that’s why you on my wood just like carpenter
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| My metamorphosis took place, and the death toll started soaring to
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| New heights I was awarded for, steady outscoring the coroner
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| According to the majority, I’m the aura that gives more to ya
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| Remarkable flame talker, please stop me if I’m boring ya
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| I spit my flow with precision, if I get you in the chin I’m flooring ya
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| Hit quick whenever tricks get ignant, like liquid I’m pouring ya
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| I bu-buck, now you don’t want that it ain’t no tomorrow for
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| To knock me out the pocket, it’s gon' take a hundred more of ya yeah |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Worst Rapper Alive, artist - K Rino. Album song A Lyrical Legend, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп