K-Rino, Chalie Boy - Come on Down lyrics

Yeah Chalie Boy, K-Rino let's get em

I'll drag you 'cross the water
From Houston to Israel
I'm a seven course gourmet feast
You a kid's meal take a sledge hammer
And damage the frame of your Caddy
Embarrass you
And make your own kids ashamed of they daddy
The people asking you questions
You answering none out of the trunk
Selling mo' junk than Sanford and Son
You thought testing was a smart move
Now you feel dumb
Like the Texans stupid ass
For not drafting Vince Young

You opened the door so here I come gunning
No time for no battlers
Me and the Time Traveler rattle ya
With a perammeter
Batter ya boy let's chatter yuh
Leave you for scavengers
Adding you to the long list
Of dismissed wanna-be challengers
Haven't ya realized yet
All that talk make me aggressive
Dig in your chest bring the broad out you
Like some kind of decongestive
Material imperial mind
Your flow is reposessive
It ain't the fact that you're whack black
I'm just very impressive mayn

Come on down, to Texas partna
Tight flows, or anything you need we got ya
Serving you, Southern hospitality proper
But know this
You step out of line we drop ya

The and rap singing, a Don is
Verbally I astonish
Get you hooked on my phonics
K-Rino spitting that plain flame
I soulfully punish
You trapped in a web's game
And into the eyes of who's punint
Locked down we run it, hands down no question
6'4 with a 5'5, wild child mic molesting
Bark like Mr smith, bite like Wesson
Professor ay step up
And get taught a top flight lesson

I laugh at ya, K-Rino the paragraph smasher
Catch you eating
Snatch the food off your plate
And won't even ask ya
If we bet who raps can outlast
You'll be a cash passer one of the first
Still one of the last of the ass thrashers
I'm down with Chalie Boy
If he call me I'm in his corner
Twenty thousand yards away
Take off sprinting and run up on ya
I vacation in my own hood, keep the Bahammas
We got mo' flows
Than a welfare office got baby mamas

I break a microphone is half
Like the leg of Joe Theisman
If words was rushing yards
I would probably win the Heisman
Me temp is rising
Your chance of survival is barely breathing
You telling lies with your
Hands on the bible, you damn heathen
I verbally, and verbally capture ya
Hit your car simultaneously
Word slapping the driver and the passenger
You talking like a pimp
But, you steady tricking homes
I be on your gal all night long
Like a Cricket phone

Etching my name in history books
Walking amongst legends
A part of a coalition
Texas ghetto street reverends
Chargers the game like Tomlinson
Send you packing like Levans
Have you struggling to survive
Like James and Florida Evans
Darkness about to set in
Prepare for the on start
Shaking like a child fooling with a pit
Just got his arm caught
You weak I ain't say that
That's what your mom thought
You bring a threat to me
Like them nuclear bombs Sadaam brought none