K-Rino - Fuck Eminem lyrics

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

You ain't no M&M bitch
Ain't shit 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 pass
We gonna let every black queen out there
Take turns kicking you in the ass
String the bastard up and drag
Him like the mass 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-Ass Dick Yanka
Understand, you done violated
Look at your skin
This the Rap Game, our shit ho
We let your ass in
Your style is gay trying to come off
Like you deep in the head
You undercover like a motherfucker
Sleeping in bed
Hopped in the game and made riches
Now it's time for stitches
"A black girl broke my heart"
That's what they do to punk bitches
"It happened a long time ago"
Oh so now it's all gravy?
I wouldn't give a motherfuck if you wrote
It when you was a baby you still shit
Fuck you and them sell-outs you chill with
We should've murdered your kick ass
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 ass couple

I kick strong shit on motherfuckers
I don't get along with
Testing K, you fucking wit the wrong clique
And I don't give a damn if your song hit
Trick i'm a still click, bitch

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 ass 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
Bitch with gay tendencies? Kill 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 damn devil exploit
I vote for pistol whipping his ho
Ass 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, bitch
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 fucked with a strap on

I kick strong shit
On motherfuckers I don't get along with
Testing K, you fucking wit the wrong clique
And I don't give a damn if your song hit
Trick i'ma still click, bitch