K-Rino - f** Da Radio lyrics

[K Rino talking] Yeah I'm 'bout to do this for everybody That wanted to do it but was scared to it No love for the radio Yeah- K Rino- check it out [Verse 1] Let me say f** Jay Mac, the cum drankin' s**er Dick ridin', balloon head f*ggot motherf**er You don't understand who you f**in' with ba*tard I'll bump yo' a** off and then piss up in yo' casket This is for you hoe - it's war, know what I mean? And anybody else that wanna step up on your team I said squash the sh** - to side talk with Nazis You done sat yo' naked a** up in a pot of hot grease Tryna diss the m**ms, now you need protection Should of kicked ya a** for high capping at connections You don't wanna step to me b**h - you wouldn't last I'd knock ya out and put a mini-skirt on your feminen a** Bumping your gums but you bump 'em too much Don't be thinkin' 'cause you on that radio you can't get touched - trick Should of let that sh** die - now it's real serious I forgot that's how girls be actin' on they period Is it Jay Mac or Gay Mac? people wanna know Talk that sh**, I'll leave your punk a** and bent off for sho' Lock him up in a room full of punks and roll You need a dick up in yo' mouth to match that one that's in yo' a** hole - TRICK [Chorus] Time to let them haters know (time to let them haters know) Ain't got no love for the radio (ain't got no love for the radio) Time to let them b**hes see (time to let them b**hes see) Y'all stepped outta line when you f** with me (y'all stepped outta line When you f** with me) [Verse 2] When K Rino wrecks I leave Madd Hatta scared to go next I'll pull ya panties down and let your crowd look at your cotex I'm bringin' drama to the highest degree When some real sh** be going down the laws be calling me If you got a girl hoe I be quick to deceive I'll be all up in her head like a a motherf**in weave When I blast hard rhymes fast Hatta better pa** I ain't gotta bring my partners hoe, I know some dyke's that'll beat your a** On 'Madd Hater' both these hands be put I'm 'bout to formerly introduce yo' a** to my foot Boy I'll run up in yo' house while your family beg Beat up yo' punk a** and make your mamma fry me some eggs It's K Rino, talkin hoe - Madd Hatta you better fear 2 seconds of me will have you sh**tin' bullets for a year Ooooh damn, is that your face or a halloween mask? K Rino will knock the sh** out of your gorrilla lookin' a** How the biggest hater always claiming he getting hated Can't be faded, fakers and foes eliminated Roll up on your a** in a hauled out Caddie f** Jay Mac and Madd Hatta - his baby daddy f** the radio f** the radio f** the radio f** the radio f** the radio f** the radio f** the radio f** the radio f** the radio [Chorus] Time to let them haters know (time to let them haters know) Ain't got no love for the radio (ain't got no love for the radio) Time to let them b**hes see (time to let them b**hes see) Y'all stepped outta line when you f** with me (y'all stepped outta line When you f** with K Rino) [Verse 3] I don't give a damn, f** radio play Same old sh** 15 times a day Before you talk boy you better pause like a comma Jay Mac ain't got no daddy - man that hoe got 2 mammas Try to act hard - get popped in your throat Catch ya a** slippin' at the radio remote Drop a agg' scheme, get in the ring and tag team Yeh I'm talkin to Hatta too - you f**in drag queen Monday - them hoes was on the ave talkin' sh** Tuesday came - SPC plotted the hit Wednesday came and I was ready for the jack Thursday I saw them b**hes 69'in in a 'llac Friday I told Jay Mac to wear a vest Saturday that ba*tard pa**ed his pregnancy test Sunday he went into labor in hot flashes Had a bald headed monster lookin' baby with some gla**es [Chorus] Time to let you haters know (time to let you haters know) Ain't got no love for the radio (ain't got no love for the radio) Time to let them b**hes see (time to let you b**hes see) Y'all stepped outta line when you f** with me (y'all stepped outta line When you f** with me) [K Rino talking] SPC... yeah this K Rino, I mean what I say too Yeh I wanna shout out to the DJ's that did keep it real My boy Walter D, my boy X-Ray, Lester "Sir" Pace from deep Parish Murphy, Jimmy O, my boy Mean Green, Greg Street All the ones around the world who play and support the real If I don't know ya, it ain't no beef, but if I say yo' name you in the mix - It's war when you see me Peace to Street Military, peace to the Screwed Up Click - SPC for ever baby Y'all better recognize [**Voice imitating Jay Mac**] Hatta... for me Hatta? Flowers for me? Stop playin' Hatta, for real? We can be a family now, I knew it all the time Tell me you love me...just once, ain't nobody here Wait a minute, wait a minute, look into my eyes when you say it Ohhhh....God does answer prayers Wait a minute, Jay Hatta... don't that got a nice ring to it? Lets say it together Jay Hatta.. [Greek] Yeh that's right Greek said that