K-Rino - Do U Really Wanna Go lyrics

Yeah you standin' in front of me, boy
You really wanna do this? Must be crazy

I told y'all a long time ago
I'm the coldest rhymer, bro
Always tight 'cause I'm a pro
I slam ya just like a domino
Tortured your ass kinda slow
I swing and yell Geronimo
Make you go when you trying to stop
And then stop you when you're trying to go
Twenty years, I've been wrecking states
And I never caught a weapon case
Catch you up in your resting place
And steal your ass like second base
All I spit on are proper flows
I very seldom shop for clothes
Take my foes to Pappadeaux
And after dinner I drop them hoes
Victories I chalk them fast
Wack-ass MCs talkin' trash
Had a stalker but I fell in love
With hustle, now I stalk her ass
Did it all for the fun I guess
In my lifetime (wanna rest?)
I run up in the crowd in
The middle of the show
And beat your ass like I was Ron Artest
Ain't no need for pistol play
My lyrics blowed your chest away
I read your horoscope today
It said "Damn fool don't mess with K"
Flippin' dough just like Pizza Hut
It's serious when I hit these cuts
You cool with me then I'm cool with you
The rest of y'all can just get these nuts

Do U Really Wanna Go, now?
K-Rino still clickin' on
These fake-ass rappers
I murder rappers with my flow, now
I stay ready for these snakes
And these hatin' high-cappers

Disrespect me I'll slap ya fast
Throw a jab and crack your mask
If I die right now, I'll bet you five dollars
I probably still could outrap your ass
Not interested in sparing lifes
Wearin' white shirts and a pair of Nikes
Rip through your skin with tearing bites
Eat your colon up like parasites
Leave my foes with a cut-off nose

Some pull out guns when they robbin' folks
I run up on fools then pull out flows
My whole life is a dream to me
'Cause nothin' is what it seems to be
When I die I plan on comin' back
So in my will I'ma leave everything to me
Hypocrites try to divide my wealth

I was so pissed off that the
Crowd saw two of me
Because I was beside myself
Ultimate gold it could span the globe
Each word I say is a mental probe

My church packed pistols up under their robes
K is a heavy-weight, son, you a bantam
I'm known to throw an irrational tantrum
Hand 'em hard words
They'll die when I land 'em
Flash it then say "fuck the national anthem"
I unibomb your whole front lawn
Stab you with the horn of a unicorn
You a waste of sperm, a waste of life
We should've had your funeral
Before you was born