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k-rino - and it goes like lyrics

[intro: k-rino]
and it goes like, yeah yeah
and it goes like
let’s have some fun
watch him

[verse: k-rino]
i run up on the stage with urgency
and let my sack hang like skin after a byp-ss surgery
my -rs-nal is not accessible
you hate to see me like a fella picking his nose in the car next to you
i’m old school down to the bone
i still hit the booth and read my lines off the paper, not from the phone
i’m not tryna say that your way is wrong
but if somehow your cell crash or it lock up, your lyrics is gone
it’s well known, can’t trick me with them lies, please save it, mane
before i make your face vanish like i’m david blaine
what kind of locs you got on, k? them say they lame
sound like the stuff you wrote came out a newborn baby’s brain
better hope i show mercy on your ratchet soul
i’m so cold i sn-tch the donut and kidnap the hole
i make you feel the impact of the blast
now you’re salty like the top part of a daiquiri gl-ss, i might
bust your gut open and tell you what you ate for dinner
you made a bad transformation like caitlyn jenner
you anywhere close to k-rino, trick, please
rippin’ emcees, beat knockin’ like kenny smith’s knees
if we jump you, n0body better try and help
so versatile i do a clique song by myself
i’m actin’ like i don’t hear ya ‘cause i don’t speak to haters
but make me mad, i beat your -ss with a sweet potato
when i win, ain’t no friends, i’ma brag instead
and rub it in like cocoa b-tter on ashy legs
dinnertime, no beef, just p-ss the bread
i got hair growing inside my head, backwards dreads
mine against your, my verse’ll prevail
‘cause i’ma beat ya to the punch like i was thirsty as h-ll
yeah you coulda been a legend, you was live in the street
but you peaked early like cheating at hide-and-go-seek
when i pop off, fans on your bandwagon hopped off
rappers and lost touch like they fingers was chopped off
quiet as kept, i’ma ghost him when he step
i’m ‘bout to lose it like a team down by twenty with a minute left
shootin’ slugs at k ain’t smart, cuz
like havin’ a baby-mama that’s a child support judge
you wanna act like you standin’ in knowledge knee-deep
you a fake scholar, you don’t study, you just retweet
gotta talk straight in case he don’t take hints
created clever statements until confusion made sense
i’m the true leader, perfect, i don’t need a proofreader
‘cause i’m tight like ya mama squeezed in a two-seater
try to jump fly with me, i’ma stand up and jump flier
you gon’ see more foul play than a umpire
i work the late shift when i get the pad and write
i’m not a morning person so like that singer, i’m glad it’s night
you kept talkin’ and i told ya you shoulda stopped then
now you in this mess and can’t get out like you was blocked in
you thought i wouldn’t show, now your face is lookin’ twisted
‘cause i’ma smoke ya all day like i was cooking brisket
i hear your lines and can’t believe that you said this
sound like you bought ‘em from a teenager on craigslist
listening to you, it’s obvious that you fraud as h-ll
like dudes who snitch on a regular, it ain’t hard to tell
row for weeks, i’ma a beast with a spoken piece
i’ma ruin you for life like a broken lease
you just a actor, y’all posing like you really hustle
start your name with dave ‘cause all i ever see you with is busters

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