K-Rino - Welcome to the Circus lyrics

[Intro: K-Rino] (Oh look Daddy, Daddy, the circus is in town) Boy let me tell you something I better not ever catch you at that circus You understand me boy? [Verse 1: K-Rino] Welcome to the circus, no lions or elephants Just a bunch of idiot rappers with no intelligence Locally and out of town, come see stupid by the pound Might not have no dancing bears, but we got a lot of clowns You can see 'em all around, way too many fools to name 'em Catch me in a cage with a chair and a long whip tryna tame 'em Men in pink gotta walk on gla**, little bitty shirt, (?) to the a** If you wanna visit better come and get a ticket Hurry up before you miss it cause they're goin' real fast See 'em close up they so cool, superstars with attitude Short skirts, too much make-up, blonde wigs and that's the dudes Is it? Hold up, what the hell? It's much too hard for us to tell Step right up and see the female who takes her clothes off just to sell Look at these fools on a mic in a room full of middle school children rapping dirty On stage with their drawz showing, he's nineteen and that one's thirty Fake thugs fake pimps, artificial players bawl Grand finale watch me line them on a wall and spray 'em all [Hook] Welcome to the circus where every act is worthless Cartoonish buffoonish artist music with no purpose All I see is fakeness pa**ing off as greatness Followers and clowns sell-outs puppets and agents Welcome to the circus where no male rapper shirt fits Cartoonish buffoonish artist music with no purpose All I see is fakeness pa**ing off as greatness Followers and clowns sell-outs puppets and agents [Verse 2: K-Rino] All I see is people mindlessly actin' like who they tryna be Signin' these dotted lines a be blindly draped in dishonesty I'ma give them what they askin' for when he can pa** my door Get outta pocket I'ma blast for sho' I got a quick temperaments with a bottle of no tolerance Name's anonymous with astonishing flow dominance Stop, think, you don't wanna war with a rapper who can chop a catastrophe in his jaw When I hear it I'll be gettin' so mad I lose it He claimin' he better than any then he has to prove it See me on a street corner with a bag of music I'm the leader of the anti-swagger movement It's hard to get a grab coz I'm pa** elusive One minute in Houston, next in Ma**achusetts (Parents?) pa** fast to his gastric juices When I blast every ribbon that he has is useless Got to wreck to put feminine boys in check No smoke no jury no voice effects How the hell you comparin' her bets to arrogant men packin' (?) and kept him wearin' a dress The hood following trends so the youths is damaged Subliminal low self-esteem seize our planet While the debt at the degenerate park is piling The slave master is sitting in his office smiling His mind is deep in a secret he won't tell Ever wonder why the conscience artist don't sell? Spiritual resurrection is what they fear So when it comes to what I be thinking they must stay clear They only release songs that corrupt their ear Looking at people become products of what they hear [Hook]