K-Rino - f** Eminem lyrics

[Intro] To y'all that don't know, it's ya boy K-Rino There's a lot of stuff going on with Eminem He made a song dissing a black woman, so uhh You know your boy ain't going to like that To all these sell out MC's out here that's letting him make it Y'all on the list too This is how I'm a do this, boy It go like this [Verse 1] You ain't no M&M b**h, ain't sh** chocolate about ya Everybody in the ghetto that owned a pistol should've shot ya You disrespected the black woman and thought that you would pa** We gonna let every black queen out there take turns kicking you in the a** String the ba*tard up and drag him, like the ma** savages That captured Africans in the past and let the dogs have him What do "Shady" mean? See I am a quick thinker I think the letters mean Sorry Ho-Ass Dick Yanka Understand, you done violated, look at your skin This the "Rap Game", OUR sh** ho, we let your a** in Your style is gay trying to come off like you deep in the head You undercover, like a motherf**er sleeping in bed Hopped in the game and made riches, now it's time for stitches "A black girl broke my heart", that's what they do to punk b**hes "It happened a long time ago", Oh so now it's all gravy? I wouldn't give a motherf** if you wrote it when you was a baby You still sh**, f** you and them sell-outs you chill with We should've murdered your kick a** for dissing Will Smith Leave this fool seeing double, his mouth got him in trouble I bet you and Vanilla Ice will make a pretty a** couple [Hook] x2 I kick strong sh** on motherf**ers I don't get along with Testing K, you f**ing wit the wrong clique And I don't give a damn if your song hit, trick I'm a still click, b**h [Verse 2] I'm a vernacular severer, dialect exhibitor Pain distributor, carnivorous rhyme style deliverer Oh you wish that you was black?, so I'ma help you my brother When I finish smoking your a** you're going to be Wesley Snipe's colour You diss your own mama, that's messed up, man But I bet that you can't talk about her worse than I can You think the black woman got raped and ran over for four centuries To get dissed by an Aryan b**h with gay tendencies? k** that, I'm dropping a toxic lyric that's popping ya And boxing your forehead until my knuckles engrave a swastika And we done let this damn devil exploit I vote for pistol whipping his ho a** from here to Detroit Trying to jock 'Pac? That's what, your mind has gone If Pac was alive, you'd probably be one of the main hoes he'd be riding on I put tricks like you inside a wood coffin Leave you absorbing words that make you regurgitate organs You ain't no battler, b**h, you prey on the weak I hit you with a diesel, let me see you stay on your feet I mean, I've been controlling the underground rap zone While you was at home with your wife getting f**ed with a strap on [Hook] I kick strong sh**, on motherf**ers I don't get along with Testing K, you f**ing wit the wrong clique And I don't give a damn if your song hit, trick I'ma still click, b**h