If You's A Ho - K Rino

I’m sick of these dope fiend rapping ass suckers

Sick of these materialistic motherfuckers

Bragging on their clothes and shit, their hoes and shit

When K-Rino throws a fit my foes will get

Fucked.

When I roll up, hold up your hands, black

All that you said, it’s too late for you to hop on my sack

It’s highly likely that I will diss you for that rhyme you spit

Somebody wipe me with some tissue (Why?) ‘Cause I’m the shit

I grab the mic and clear my throat to show you who I am

Once kicked a rhyme so hard I heard a baby holler, «Damn!»

Graphic, malicious grill crasher, you could steel my Black Book

Break my neck, cut out my tongue and I’ll still smash ya

Challenge your fear but you disappear

These suckers biting on my verse just like Tyson on Holyfields ear

Bring the drama fool, I promise I’ma bump your ass

All I can do is tell your family where I dumped your ass

‘If You’s a Ho' let us know

But if you wanna flow like some killers, grab the mic and let’s go

‘If You’s a Ho' let us know

But if you wanna flow like some killers, grab the mic and let’s go

K-Rino the king, I rough you up with some fast reading

Rhymes cramped his stomach up like a period and left his ass bleeding

You ignorant rappers need to quit

All you talk about is smoking weed, fucking women, shooting guns, the same shit

I’ll break your whole day down

You stepped at 12 o’clock, bumped his gums at 1, by 2 his ass was on the ground

Riding my bone like some rims

Hoping that these nuts melt in his mouth like M&M's

You feel like you can flow but if you stepped to K-Rino

I’ma wreck your basic style and hope your family at the show

Yo, this ain’t no time for faking ‘cause a lot of rappers thought enough

But I bet this shoe fit up your ass if I kick hard enough

Fruit cake ass rhymes couldn’t win against my granny

So you’ll know I’ll send you home in nothing but some damn panties

Take your money, take your nuts, your title, then I’ll break your neck clean

I’ll even take that girl that you were fucking in that wet dream

Boy it’s me and you

I’ll make them shiver, I’ll rank your monkey ass up the river

And you ain’t got to come pick these raps up ‘cause I deliver

Like dominoes, lyrics by the slice

If ain’t there in thirty minutes then I’ll bust your ass for half price

I got the potential to kill many

But you be hanging round me, all up on my nuts like you was Lil' Penny

Ghetto tactics I employ, seek and destroy

Jab him, put him in a Boston crab and stab him, y’all better get this boy

Torture your weak mind for tryna play K

Try me and I pimp you on the mic like Sweet Daddy be doing JJ

Fake reciters, I be cracking plenty of ‘em

Matters how many of ‘em, bring 5, bring 10, fuck bring 20 of ‘em

Yo, we’ll go some rounds if the fool’s able

But I break you like A.C. Chill or Rapper K on the pool table

Call my shot before I drop it, chalk my microphone up

Punk ass rapper in the corner pocket