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k-rino - welcome to the circus lyrics

[intro: k-rino]
(oh look daddy, daddy, the circus is in town)
boy let me tell you something
i better not ever catch you at that circus
you understand me boy?

[verse 1: k-rino]
welcome to the circus, no lions or elephants
just a bunch of idiot rappers with no intelligence
locally and out of town, come see stupid by the pound
might not have no dancing bears, but we got a lot of clowns
you can see ’em all around, way too many fools to name ’em
catch me in a cage with a chair and a long whip tryna tame ’em
men in pink gotta walk on gl-ss, little bitty shirt, (?) to the -ss
if you wanna visit better come and get a ticket
hurry up before you miss it cause they’re goin’ real fast
see ’em close up they so cool, superstars with att-tude
short skirts, too much make-up, blonde wigs and that’s the dudes
is it? hold up, what the h-ll? it’s much too hard for us to tell
step right up and see the female who takes her clothes off just to sell
look at these fools on a mic in a room full of middle school children rapping dirty
on stage with their drawz showing, he’s nineteen and that one’s thirty
fake thugs fake pimps, artificial players bawl
grand finale watch me line them on a wall and spray ’em all

[hook]
welcome to the circus where every act is worthless
cartoonish buffoonish artist music with no purpose
all i see is fakeness p-ssing off as greatness
followers and clowns sell-outs puppets and agents
welcome to the circus where no male rapper shirt fits
cartoonish buffoonish artist music with no purpose
all i see is fakeness p-ssing off as greatness
followers and clowns sell-outs puppets and agents

[verse 2: k-rino]
all i see is people mindlessly actin’ like who they tryna be
signin’ these dotted lines a be blindly draped in dishonesty
i’ma give them what they askin’ for when he can p-ss my door
get outta pocket i’ma blast for sho’
i got a quick temperaments with a bottle of no tolerance
name’s anonymous with astonishing flow dominance
stop, think, you don’t wanna war with a rapper who can chop a catastrophe in his jaw
when i hear it i’ll be gettin’ so mad i lose it
he claimin’ he better than any then he has to prove it
see me on a street corner with a bag of music
i’m the leader of the anti-swagger movement
it’s hard to get a grab coz i’m p-ss elusive
one minute in houston, next in m-ssachusetts
(parents?) p-ss fast to his gastric juices
when i blast every ribbon that he has is useless
got to wreck to put feminine boys in check
no smoke no jury no voice effects
how the h-ll you comparin’ her bets to arrogant men packin’ (?) and kept him wearin’ a dress
the hood following trends so the youths is damaged
subliminal low self-esteem seize our planet
while the debt at the degenerate park is piling
the slave master is sitting in his office smiling
his mind is deep in a secret he won’t tell
ever wonder why the conscience artist don’t sell?
spiritual resurrection is what they fear
so when it comes to what i be thinking they must stay clear
they only release songs that corrupt their ear
looking at people become products of what they hear

[hook]

- k rino lyrics

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