K-Rino - Head Punches lyrics
[K-Rino - Head Punches lyrics]
We gonna call this one Head Punches
But, I guess at the end of the day
It could pass for a Flow Session let's go
I turbo boost words that shoot
Ripping your shirt loose
Your baby mama's bare feet
Look like work boots the fire throat
Not a guy that you should try and coach
My quotes are more terrifying
Than a flying roach
One punch gave that head about fifty knots
My shine is hard to
Block like Nowitzki's shot
If you was smart, you'd get out this place
Cause it's about to get ugly
Like Donatella Versace's face
They say that you one of the
Hardest but I beg to differ
I ain't impressed
You more trifling than a pregnant stripper
If K-Rino respond to garbage
I'll mow your lawn
You so boring you could make a
Dude in a coma yawn
It's been a while since I let my pen
Break a folder
But like a dude who lost a hundred pounds
The wait is over
You're still young but you're flow
Older than Abe Vigoda
Smack you dead in the face
With a case of soda
Man, it's ridiculous to ask you
To come and rap
It's like the ventriloquist sitting
On the dummies lap
Your skill will never come close to this
Plus my catalogue's longer than a
Section 8 grocery list
I'ma tryna teach you the game
Hoping that you learn you want my crown
Let's go a round like two u turns
You're feet ain't clean enough to
Run on my turf
You're house so filthy you could sweep
The rug up under the dirt
It's time to mash so I'm attacking your pad
Bro
My lines: so over your head like a bad 'fro
You wanna match, we can each drop 30 racks
And I'ma take you to the
Cleaners like some dirty slacks
I'm despised by these dishonourable guys
Plus I'm dangerous like
Raggedy-assed carnival rides
Everywhere I go
People wanna walk with me and trail a pro
But, you're respect is so low that your
Yes man even tell you no i'll catch you
It don't matter where the Hell you go
It's funny cause these clowns is watered
Down and still fail to grow
See last year you was rocking the masses
Now you in HGB parking
Lot rounding up baskets
Meanwhile I'm lighting flames
Your talent ain't quite the same
Your rap skills fell off
Worse than Tiger's game
Remain cool as I run a sharp pain through ya
I got so much game I'll sell
Your own brain to ya
I ain't forgot what you said
You gon' pay for your hatred
I'll take the air out of your chest
Like I play for the Patriots
I turn the heat high as it go
Somewhere to burn worse
And put and L on you on
You every day like Lavern shirts
I say a lot about myself
But, I can't say enough
Cause, I'm so real they give me
Change before I pay for stuff
You on the internet
Fronting and dissing like Man
But, you just faking, that ain't you
You catfishing the fans
When I'm really fiending I open
Up a stranger's chest
I'll catch an airplane from
South Park to Bangladesh
I pop domes for running your mouth, homes
And your son keep asking your wife how
Come you got a blouse on
I'm hanging every mic holder, 23 and older
I can't get high cause I'm
Addicted to being sober
Doing shows with K-Rino
You need rougher flows
Cause, I'ma shut the building down like
It ain't up to code
I stay snapping cause I know
That keeps my fans happy
I'll sell African medallions at a Klan rally
All I see is a bunch of wannabe hot coons
Bouncing on the stage in Peter Pan costumes
I got a pack of mics for
Rappers who ain't acting right
And after I beat you to death I
Might just beat you back to life
I never lose my motivation
Out on these streets
I'm still hungry like 10 obese
People splitting a three-piece
After I spit this
I'll have to murder the eyewitness
Some of the things I did ain't
Even none of my business
I'm in the rafters with hundred
Fifty and twenty stackers
I don't take shit from no
One like a friendly jacker
Your punk card I'll pull yours
Like a rip chord while you roaching
I'm holding paper like a clipboard
You know I go hard in the
Paint till the track dies
So now you fronting like you got
Help on the back side
You run up on me then it's slumber time
You could never come behind K-Rino like
8 to the number 9
Like 8 to the number 9, yeah
Sniper, Lil C, K-Rino
We Makin' Enemies everywhere we go
I ran out of flow
But, I guess at the end of the day
It could pass for a Flow Session let's go
I turbo boost words that shoot
Ripping your shirt loose
Your baby mama's bare feet
Look like work boots the fire throat
Not a guy that you should try and coach
My quotes are more terrifying
Than a flying roach
One punch gave that head about fifty knots
My shine is hard to
Block like Nowitzki's shot
If you was smart, you'd get out this place
Cause it's about to get ugly
Like Donatella Versace's face
They say that you one of the
Hardest but I beg to differ
I ain't impressed
You more trifling than a pregnant stripper
If K-Rino respond to garbage
I'll mow your lawn
You so boring you could make a
Dude in a coma yawn
It's been a while since I let my pen
Break a folder
But like a dude who lost a hundred pounds
The wait is over
You're still young but you're flow
Older than Abe Vigoda
Smack you dead in the face
With a case of soda
Man, it's ridiculous to ask you
To come and rap
It's like the ventriloquist sitting
On the dummies lap
Your skill will never come close to this
Plus my catalogue's longer than a
Section 8 grocery list
I'ma tryna teach you the game
Hoping that you learn you want my crown
Let's go a round like two u turns
You're feet ain't clean enough to
Run on my turf
You're house so filthy you could sweep
The rug up under the dirt
It's time to mash so I'm attacking your pad
Bro
My lines: so over your head like a bad 'fro
You wanna match, we can each drop 30 racks
And I'ma take you to the
Cleaners like some dirty slacks
I'm despised by these dishonourable guys
Plus I'm dangerous like
Raggedy-assed carnival rides
Everywhere I go
People wanna walk with me and trail a pro
But, you're respect is so low that your
Yes man even tell you no i'll catch you
It don't matter where the Hell you go
It's funny cause these clowns is watered
Down and still fail to grow
See last year you was rocking the masses
Now you in HGB parking
Lot rounding up baskets
Meanwhile I'm lighting flames
Your talent ain't quite the same
Your rap skills fell off
Worse than Tiger's game
Remain cool as I run a sharp pain through ya
I got so much game I'll sell
Your own brain to ya
I ain't forgot what you said
You gon' pay for your hatred
I'll take the air out of your chest
Like I play for the Patriots
I turn the heat high as it go
Somewhere to burn worse
And put and L on you on
You every day like Lavern shirts
I say a lot about myself
But, I can't say enough
Cause, I'm so real they give me
Change before I pay for stuff
You on the internet
Fronting and dissing like Man
But, you just faking, that ain't you
You catfishing the fans
When I'm really fiending I open
Up a stranger's chest
I'll catch an airplane from
South Park to Bangladesh
I pop domes for running your mouth, homes
And your son keep asking your wife how
Come you got a blouse on
I'm hanging every mic holder, 23 and older
I can't get high cause I'm
Addicted to being sober
Doing shows with K-Rino
You need rougher flows
Cause, I'ma shut the building down like
It ain't up to code
I stay snapping cause I know
That keeps my fans happy
I'll sell African medallions at a Klan rally
All I see is a bunch of wannabe hot coons
Bouncing on the stage in Peter Pan costumes
I got a pack of mics for
Rappers who ain't acting right
And after I beat you to death I
Might just beat you back to life
I never lose my motivation
Out on these streets
I'm still hungry like 10 obese
People splitting a three-piece
After I spit this
I'll have to murder the eyewitness
Some of the things I did ain't
Even none of my business
I'm in the rafters with hundred
Fifty and twenty stackers
I don't take shit from no
One like a friendly jacker
Your punk card I'll pull yours
Like a rip chord while you roaching
I'm holding paper like a clipboard
You know I go hard in the
Paint till the track dies
So now you fronting like you got
Help on the back side
You run up on me then it's slumber time
You could never come behind K-Rino like
8 to the number 9
Like 8 to the number 9, yeah
Sniper, Lil C, K-Rino
We Makin' Enemies everywhere we go
I ran out of flow