[Intro]
Yeah. You standin' in front of me, boy, you really wanna do this? Must be crazy
[Verse 1]
I told y'all a long time ago
I'm the coldest rhymer, bro
Always tight 'cause I'm a pro
I slam ya just like a domino
Tortured your a** kinda slow
I swing and yell Geronimo
Make you go when you trying to stop
And then stop you when you're trying to go
Twenty years, I've been wrecking states
And I never caught a weapon case
Catch you up in your resting place
And steal your a** like second base
All I spit on are proper flows
I very seldom shop for clothes
(Take my foes to pop a doze?)
And after dinner I drop them hoes
Victories I chalk them fast
Wack-a** MCs talkin' trash
Had a stalker but I fell in love
With the hustle, now I stalk her a**
Did it all for the fun I guess
In my lifetime, (wanna rest?)
I run up in the crowd in the middle of the show
And beat your a** like I was Ron Artest
Ain't no need for pistol play
My lyrics blowed your chest away
I read your horoscope today
It said "Damn fool don't mess with K"
Flippin' dough just like Pizza Hut
It's serious when I hit these cuts
You cool with me then I'm cool with you
The rest of y'all can just get these nuts
[Hook]
Do U Really Wanna Go, now?
K-Rino still clickin' on these fake-a** rappers
I murder rappers with my flow, now
I stay ready for these snakes and these hatin' high-cappers
[Verse 2]
Disrespect me I'll slap ya fast
Throw a jab and crack your mask
If I die right now, I'll bet you five dollars
I probably still could outrap your a**
Not interested in sparing lifes
Wearin' white shirts and a pair of Nikes
Rip through your skin with tearing bites
Eat your colon up like parasites
Leave my foes with a cut-off nose
[Pull out shows, gas full off close?]
Some pull out guns when they robbin' folks
I run up on fools then pull out flows
My whole life is a dream to me
'Cause nothin' is what it seems to be
When I die I plan on comin' back
So in my will I'ma leave everything to me
Hypocrites try to divide my wealth
While I'm alive they [ride my belt?]
I was so pissed off that the crowd saw two of me
Because I was beside myself
Ultimate gold [in the span it globe?]
Each word I say is a mental probe
I live in [a tre?] everybody is hard
My church packed pistols up under their robes
K is a heavy-weight, son, you a bantam
I'm known to throw an irrational tantrum
Hand 'em hard words, they'll die when I land 'em
Flash it then say "f** the national anthem"
I unibomb your whole front lawn
Stab you with the horn of a unicorn
You a waste of s**m, a waste of life
Should've had your funeral before you was born