K-Rino, Ganksta NIP - Hit List lyrics
[K-Rino, Ganksta NIP - Hit List lyrics]
Oh big Ron the don
In here with the leader of
The SPC and the general
Know what I'm talking about? A hit list
They just going down the line
Marking off mark ass niggas that be lying
Know what I'm talking about?
Ain't never had a fight in they life
So many copycats
Six feet deep is where they laying
I won't even mention murders
Done by Timothy McVeigh
Bodies float in the river
That's the reason you quiver
Cut your liver to the point
To where the insects shiver
And tell me that they don't want none
They tell me they full
They say they gained 10 pounds
Each from 2 dead bulls
SPC roundup, we ready to ride
The wire cutters
They wouldn't stop until my arms got tired
See I'm a real psychopath
I come to set things straight
And John Gacy wasn't tripping off
The people he ate
See if you biting on my rap
Style you bound to get beat
To add another dead corpse to
The freezer full of meat
And bags of ligaments
He passed away in the mud
The doctors called me just to tell me
That they ran out of blood
And that they need much more
Cause Nip has skills
That's just some psycho shit I
Think about doing for real
It take years for my words to kick in
It’s true lines I kicked in ’92, got
Fools today now going, "Wooooo!"
I spark a rhyme curse at 9 tonight
He stole my book then read a verse
And now he blind for life
Understand my voice is powerful
You never hit gate i train it by swallowing
Gas with Everclear straight
Elevate, I’m like a rap and
Running back I’m so cold
Rushed for 2000 rhymes last year
Went to the floorboard
See my eyes, look at them deeper
Now you’re starting to strain
I bring trauma to rappers
Causing heart attacks in the brain
It’s death
So I delete the rules then murder the rep
You experience me throwing right
Jabs with my left
Marvelous specimen, mind over matter
Master quantum leaping no panic
I’m in the midst of
Violent earthquakes and sleeping
Deep in meditative process
My verses are many
You think you got more flow
Than K and NIP, whatever, bet 20 fool
You on my hit list and I don’t ball ya
I’ve been waiting to violate ya the
First time I saw ya
Commit the murder real slow
And prolong the pain
And swing till the blood pours
Out like the rain
You see it's nothing but murder inside
The mind of a psych
Sick ass thoughts makes me vision pints
Of blood in the Sprite
Pop the top, drink some, if you really ready
See if you get the machete
Then I'll go eat the spaghetti
Eminem, he going to get fucked off, cause
I can't stand him
It's nothing but executions in my memorandum
SPC is nothing but a knife in fact
Switch up and change my voice white boy
Can you do that? I'm your idol, don't front
You know I'm the man
They'll find you slapped up and wrapped
Up in two stolen vans
Cut up in bit's and pieces till
I make him my word
I tried to make him something plural
Like a noun or a verb
Something like D-I T-C-H is a ditch
And if I wasn't a psychopath white
Boy my voice wouldn't switch
AKs with 50 round clips is my ammunition
Get crunk and your body parts
Will come up missing
I crack at 'em with rap patterns
The phantasm that left instrumentals
With track spasms
The force of my intercourse
Is like infinite orgasms
In fact I'm a black fist master
Slashing a sword past him
Murder with both hands
I go agger than Dave Banner
Infected your whole sect in
An ambidextrous manner
Electrical manuscript
I leave rappers with head shots
Could be paraplegic but still put
You in a figure-4 leglock
Soldiers watch for the red dot, try me
'cause be slashing, behind me
It's Red Rum and I'm coming
Strong enough to impregnate a dead woman
I drop a scary infection
And cancel every connection
You'll be the first man to
Receive a cesarean section
Go deeper than an extreme marine biologist
Vocabulary so big a tyrannosaurus
Esophagus couldn't swallow this
K-Rino the seed, 90 ropes couldn't tie me
Most of my victims died happy
Just honored to be murdered by me
You on my hit list and I don’t ball ya
I’ve been waiting to violate ya the
First time I saw ya
Commit the murder real slow
And prolong the pain
And swing till the blood pours
Out like the rain
In here with the leader of
The SPC and the general
Know what I'm talking about? A hit list
They just going down the line
Marking off mark ass niggas that be lying
Know what I'm talking about?
Ain't never had a fight in they life
So many copycats
Six feet deep is where they laying
I won't even mention murders
Done by Timothy McVeigh
Bodies float in the river
That's the reason you quiver
Cut your liver to the point
To where the insects shiver
And tell me that they don't want none
They tell me they full
They say they gained 10 pounds
Each from 2 dead bulls
SPC roundup, we ready to ride
The wire cutters
They wouldn't stop until my arms got tired
See I'm a real psychopath
I come to set things straight
And John Gacy wasn't tripping off
The people he ate
See if you biting on my rap
Style you bound to get beat
To add another dead corpse to
The freezer full of meat
And bags of ligaments
He passed away in the mud
The doctors called me just to tell me
That they ran out of blood
And that they need much more
Cause Nip has skills
That's just some psycho shit I
Think about doing for real
It take years for my words to kick in
It’s true lines I kicked in ’92, got
Fools today now going, "Wooooo!"
I spark a rhyme curse at 9 tonight
He stole my book then read a verse
And now he blind for life
Understand my voice is powerful
You never hit gate i train it by swallowing
Gas with Everclear straight
Elevate, I’m like a rap and
Running back I’m so cold
Rushed for 2000 rhymes last year
Went to the floorboard
See my eyes, look at them deeper
Now you’re starting to strain
I bring trauma to rappers
Causing heart attacks in the brain
It’s death
So I delete the rules then murder the rep
You experience me throwing right
Jabs with my left
Marvelous specimen, mind over matter
Master quantum leaping no panic
I’m in the midst of
Violent earthquakes and sleeping
Deep in meditative process
My verses are many
You think you got more flow
Than K and NIP, whatever, bet 20 fool
You on my hit list and I don’t ball ya
I’ve been waiting to violate ya the
First time I saw ya
Commit the murder real slow
And prolong the pain
And swing till the blood pours
Out like the rain
You see it's nothing but murder inside
The mind of a psych
Sick ass thoughts makes me vision pints
Of blood in the Sprite
Pop the top, drink some, if you really ready
See if you get the machete
Then I'll go eat the spaghetti
Eminem, he going to get fucked off, cause
I can't stand him
It's nothing but executions in my memorandum
SPC is nothing but a knife in fact
Switch up and change my voice white boy
Can you do that? I'm your idol, don't front
You know I'm the man
They'll find you slapped up and wrapped
Up in two stolen vans
Cut up in bit's and pieces till
I make him my word
I tried to make him something plural
Like a noun or a verb
Something like D-I T-C-H is a ditch
And if I wasn't a psychopath white
Boy my voice wouldn't switch
AKs with 50 round clips is my ammunition
Get crunk and your body parts
Will come up missing
I crack at 'em with rap patterns
The phantasm that left instrumentals
With track spasms
The force of my intercourse
Is like infinite orgasms
In fact I'm a black fist master
Slashing a sword past him
Murder with both hands
I go agger than Dave Banner
Infected your whole sect in
An ambidextrous manner
Electrical manuscript
I leave rappers with head shots
Could be paraplegic but still put
You in a figure-4 leglock
Soldiers watch for the red dot, try me
'cause be slashing, behind me
It's Red Rum and I'm coming
Strong enough to impregnate a dead woman
I drop a scary infection
And cancel every connection
You'll be the first man to
Receive a cesarean section
Go deeper than an extreme marine biologist
Vocabulary so big a tyrannosaurus
Esophagus couldn't swallow this
K-Rino the seed, 90 ropes couldn't tie me
Most of my victims died happy
Just honored to be murdered by me
You on my hit list and I don’t ball ya
I’ve been waiting to violate ya the
First time I saw ya
Commit the murder real slow
And prolong the pain
And swing till the blood pours
Out like the rain
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