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k-rino - fuck eminem lyrics

[intro]
to y’all that don’t know, it’s ya boy k-rino
there’s a lot of stuff going on with eminem
he made a song dissing a black woman, so uhh
you know your boy ain’t going to like that
to all these sell out mcs out here that’s letting him make it
y’all on the list too
this is how i’m a do this, boy
it go like this

[verse 1]
you ain’t no m&m b-tch, ain’t sh-t chocolate about ya
everybody in the ghetto that owned a pistol should’ve shot ya
you disrespected the black woman and thought that you would p-ss
we gonna let every black queen out there take turns kicking you in the -ss
string the b-st-rd up and drag him like the m-ss savages
that captured africans in the past and let the dogs have him
what do shady mean? see i am a quick thinker
i think the letters mean sorry ho–ss d-ck yanka
understand, you done violated, look at your skin
this the rap game, our sh-t ho, we let your -ss in
your style is g-y trying to come off like you deep in the head
you undercover like a motherf-cker sleeping in bed
hopped in the game and made riches, now it’s time for st-tches
“a black girl broke my heart”, that’s what they do to punk b-tches
“it happened a long time ago”, oh so now it’s all gravy?
i wouldn’t give a motherf-ck if you wrote it when you was a baby
you still sh-t, f-ck you and them sell-outs you chill with
we should’ve murdered your kick -ss for dissing will smith
leave this fool seeing double, his mouth got him in trouble
i bet you and vanilla ice will make a pretty -ss couple

[hook] x2
i kick strong sh-t on motherf-ckers i don’t get along with
testing k, you f-cking wit the wrong clique
and i don’t give a d-mn if your song hit, trick
i’m a still cl!ck, b-tch

[verse 2]
i’m a vernacular severer, dialect exhibitor
pain distributor, carnivorous rhyme style deliverer
oh you wish that you was black?, so i’ma help you my brother
when i finish smoking your -ss you’re going to be wesley snipe’s colour
you diss your own mama, that’s messed up, man
but i bet that you can’t talk about her worse than i can
you think the black woman got raped and ran over for four centuries
to get dissed by an aryan b-tch with g-y tendencies?
k!ll that, i’m dropping a toxic lyric that’s popping ya
and boxing your forehead until my knuckles engrave a swastika
and we done let this d-mn devil exploit
i vote for pistol whipping his ho -ss from here to detroit
trying to jock ‘pac? that’s what, your mind has gone
if pac was alive, you’d probably be one of the main hoes he’d be riding on
i put tricks like you inside a wood coffin
leave you absorbing words that make you regurgitate organs
you ain’t no battler, b-tch, you prey on the weak
i hit you with a diesel, let me see you stay on your feet
i mean, i’ve been controlling the underground rap zone
while you was at home with your wife getting f-cked with a strap on

[hook]
i kick strong sh-t, on motherf-ckers i don’t get along with
testing k, you f-cking wit the wrong clique
and i don’t give a d-mn if your song hit, trick
i’ma still cl!ck, b-tch

- k rino lyrics

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