Stories From The Black Book - K Rino, K-Rino featuring Dope-E

Life’s a Wheel of Fortune, come spin it

Kill a man in South Park, he’ll be back in about twenty minutes

In my hood, kids don’t know how to act

Cause the Tooth Fairy is hoing and Santa Claus is selling crack

At night, a bullet overexertor

Creates a new game in the Park, Name That Murder

Little Johnny is hard I assume

I heard he had a twin but killed his ass in the womb

Real life is wrecking your brain Jack

You might as well take a fucking nap on a train track

Murder a dope fiend, prostitute, thief, cop or crook

I’m kicking Stories from the Black Book

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Showing motherfuckers how South Park blow

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Showing motherfuckers how South Park go

Boys and girls, it’s time to get deep

I’m finna telling y’all the story of Little Ho Peep

Damn that booty was cheap as can be

And if she brought her friend you could buy one fuck one free

A brother hit it then broke from the scene

Came to find out that the little trick was fourteen

She didn’t pimp so he thought that he lucked up

He came in the freak, now she pregnant (man, that’s fucked up)

What’s even worse, she would hit the smoke and pistol on occasion

Never fazed when people started gazing

Raised in the neighborhood of ducks

I’m handing out bucks to a bum and some wranglers and dirty ass chucks

Kids who ought to be future lawyers, stock brokers

Turn out to be hoes, future warriors and rock smokers

Burnt out, broke and hooked

K-Rino calmly kicking the Story from the Black Book

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Showing motherfuckers how South Park blow

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Showing motherfuckers how South Park go

Yo, a brother thought he was hard and slick

Tried to pull a trick and got shot down quick

Just like Theresa, her record was very clean

Till five cops fucked her on the side of that Dairy Queen

Game is game yet death is reality

Money’s a necessity yet school’s a technicality

Cereal with no milk’s what it’s like

Cause Snap is snorting, Crackle’s on crack and Pop’s hitting the pipe

It’s up to us to teach ourself, then teach brothers

Mentally mold, educate, then reach others

Before I go out like a trick from the past

I’ll wipe my ass with sandpaper and broken glass

If negativity continues to reign

Ya might as well stand in line and get fitted for ya chain

Twist your brain and change ya name

Cause in the drawers of life, you ain’t nothing but a shit stain

Cause brothers will strip you naked

Grab your neck and break it, steal a ambulance so you won’t make it

And I don’t wanna see your nuts getting took

And become another chapter of K-Rino's Black Book

K-Rino, K-Rino

Showing motherfuckers how South Park blow

K-Rino, K-Rino

Showing motherfuckers how South Park go