K-Rino - Fuck Da Radio lyrics

Yeah I'm 'bout to do this for everybody
That wanted to do it but was scared to it
No love for the radio
Yeah- K Rino- check it out

Let me say fuck Jay Mac
The cum drankin' sucker
Dick ridin', balloon head faggot motherfucker
You don't understand who you
Fuckin' with bastard
I'll bump yo' ass off and then
Piss up in yo' casket
This is for you hoe - it's war
Know what I mean?
And anybody else that wanna step
Up on your team i said squash the shit -
To side talk with Nazis
You done sat yo' naked ass up
In a pot of hot grease
Tryna diss the Muslims
Now you need protection


Should of kicked ya ass for
High capping at connections
You don't wanna step to me
Bitch - you wouldn't last
I'd knock ya out and put a
Mini-skirt on your feminen ass
Bumping your gums but you bump 'em too much
Don't be thinkin' 'cause you on that radio
You can't get touched - trick
Should of let that shit die
- now it's real serious
I forgot that's how girls be
Actin' on they period
Is it Jay Mac or Gay Mac? people wanna know
Talk that shit, i'll leave your punk ass and
Bent off for sho'
Lock him up in a room full of punks and roll
You need a dick up in yo' mouth to match
That one that's in yo' ass hole - tRICK

Time to let them haters know
(time to let them haters know)
Ain't got no love for the radio
(ain't got no love for the radio)
Time to let them bitches see
(time to let them bitches see)
Y'all stepped outta line when
You fuck with me (y'all stepped outta line
When you fuck with me)

When K Rino wrecks I leave Madd
Hatta scared to go next
I'll pull ya panties down and let
Your crowd look at your cotex
I'm bringin' drama to the highest degree
When some real shit be going down
The laws be calling me
If you got a girl hoe I be quick to deceive
I'll be all up in her head
Like a a motherfuckin weave
When I blast hard rhymes
Fast Hatta better pass
I ain't gotta bring my partners hoe
I know some dyke's that'll beat your ass
On 'Madd Hater' both these hands be put
I'm 'bout to formerly introduce yo'
Ass to my foot boy, I'll run up in yo'
House while your family beg
Beat up yo' punk ass and make
Your mamma fry me some eggs it's K Rino
Talkin hoe - Madd Hatta you better fear
2 seconds of me will have you
Shittin' bullets for a year o-o-o oh damn
Is that your face or a halloween mask?
K Rino will knock the shit out
Of your gorrilla lookin' ass
How the biggest hater always
Claiming he getting hated
Can't be faded, fakers and foes eliminated
Roll up on your ass in a hauled out Caddie
Fuck Jay Mac and Madd Hatta - his baby daddy

Fuck the radio fuck the radio
Fuck the radio fuck the radio
Fuck the radio fuck the radio
Fuck the radio fuck the radio fuck the radio

Time to let them haters know
(time to let them haters know)
Ain't got no love for the radio
(ain't got no love for the radio)
Time to let them bitches see
(time to let them bitches see)
Y'all stepped outta line when
You fuck with me (y'all stepped outta line
When you fuck with K Rino)

I don't give a damn, fuck radio play
Same old shit 15 times a day
Before you talk boy you better
Pause like a comma
Jay Mac ain't got no daddy -
Man that hoe got 2 mammas
Try to act hard - get popped in your throat
Catch ya ass slippin' at the radio remote
Drop a agg' scheme
Get in the ring and tag team
Yeh I'm talkin to Hatta too
- you fuckin drag queen
Monday - them hoes was on
The ave talkin' shit
Tuesday came - SPC plotted the hit
Wednesday came and I was ready for the jack
Thursday I saw them bitches 69'in in a 'llac
Friday I told Jay Mac to wear a vest
Saturday that bastard passed
His pregnancy test
Sunday he went into labor in hot flashes
Had a bald headed monster lookin'
Baby with some glasses

Time to let you haters know
(time to let you haters know)
Ain't got no love for the radio
(ain't got no love for the radio)
Time to let them bitches see
(time to let you bitches see)
Y'all stepped outta line when
You fuck with me (y'all stepped outta line
When you fuck with me)

SPC yeah this K Rino, I mean what I say too
Yeh I wanna shout out to the
DJ's that did keep it real
My boy Walter D, my boy X-Ray
Lester "Sir" Pace from deep
Parish Murphy, Jimmy O, my boy Mean Green
Greg Street
All the ones around the world who
Play and support the real
If I don't know ya, it ain't no beef
But, if I say yo' name you in the mix -
It's war when you see me
Peace to Street Military
Peace to the Screwed Up Click
- SPC for ever baby y'all better recognize

Hatta for me Hatta? Flowers for me?
Stop playin' Hatta, for real?
We can be a family now
I knew it all the time
Tell me you love mejust once
Ain't nobody here
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Look into my eyes when you say it
Ohhhhgod does answer prayers wait a minute
Jay Hatta don't that got a nice ring to it?
Let's say it together jay Hatta

Yeh that's right greek said that