K-Rino - If You's A Ho lyrics
[K-Rino - If You's A Ho lyrics]
I'm sick of these dope
Fiend rapping ass suckers
Sick of these materialistic motherfuckers
Bragging on their clothes and shit
Their hoes and shit
When K-Rino throws a fit my foes will get
Fucked when I roll up, hold up your hands
Black all that you said
It’s too late for you to hop on my sack
It’s highly likely that I will diss
You for that rhyme you spit
Somebody wipe me with some tissue
(Why?) ‘Cause, I’m the shit
I grab the mic and clear my throat
To show you who I am
Once kicked a rhyme so hard
I heard a baby holler, "Damn!"
Graphic, malicious grill crasher
You could steel my Black Book break my neck
Cut out my tongue and I’ll still smash ya
Challenge your fear but you disappear
These suckers biting on my verse just
Like Tyson on Holyfields ear
Bring the drama fool
I promise I’ma bump your ass
All I can do is tell your
Family where I dumped your ass
‘If You’s a Ho’ let us know
But, if you wanna flow like some killers
Grab the mic and let’s go
‘If You’s a Ho’ let us know
But, if you wanna flow like some killers
Grab the mic and let’s go
K-Rino the king
I rough you up with some fast reading
Rhymes cramped his stomach up like a
Period and left his ass bleeding
You ignorant rappers need to quit
All you talk about is smoking
Weed, fucking women, shooting guns
The same shit i’ll break your whole day down
You stepped at 12 o’clock, bumped
His gums at 1
By 2 his ass was on the ground
Riding my bone like some rims
Hoping that these nuts melt in
His mouth like M&M's
You feel like you can flow but
If you stepped to K-Rino
I’ma wreck your basic style and hope
Your family at the show
Yo, this ain’t no time for faking ‘cause
A lot of rappers thought enough
But, I bet this shoe fit up your
Ass if I kick hard enough
Fruit cake ass rhymes couldn’t
Win against my granny
So you’ll know I’ll send you home
In nothing but some damn panties
Take your money, take your nuts, your title
Then I’ll break your neck clean
I’ll even take that girl that you
Were fucking in that wet dream
Boy it’s me and you
I’ll make them shiver
I’ll rank your monkey ass up the river
And you ain’t got to come pick
These raps up ‘cause I deliver
Like dominoes, lyrics by the slice
If ain’t there in thirty minutes then I’ll
Bust your ass for half price
I got the potential to kill many
But, you be hanging round me
All up on my nuts like you was Lil’ Penny
Ghetto tactics I employ, seek and destroy
Jab him, put him in a
Boston crab and stab him
Y’all better get this boy
Torture your weak mind for tryna play K
Try me and I pimp you on the
Mic like Sweet Daddy be doing JJ
Fake reciters, I be cracking plenty of ‘em
Matters how many of ‘em, bring 5, bring 10
Fuck bring 20 of ‘em
Yo, we’ll go some rounds if the fool's able
But, I break you like AC chill or
Rapper K on the pool table
Call my shot before I drop it
Chalk my microphone up
Punk ass rapper in the corner pocket
Fiend rapping ass suckers
Sick of these materialistic motherfuckers
Bragging on their clothes and shit
Their hoes and shit
When K-Rino throws a fit my foes will get
Fucked when I roll up, hold up your hands
Black all that you said
It’s too late for you to hop on my sack
It’s highly likely that I will diss
You for that rhyme you spit
Somebody wipe me with some tissue
(Why?) ‘Cause, I’m the shit
I grab the mic and clear my throat
To show you who I am
Once kicked a rhyme so hard
I heard a baby holler, "Damn!"
Graphic, malicious grill crasher
You could steel my Black Book break my neck
Cut out my tongue and I’ll still smash ya
Challenge your fear but you disappear
These suckers biting on my verse just
Like Tyson on Holyfields ear
Bring the drama fool
I promise I’ma bump your ass
All I can do is tell your
Family where I dumped your ass
‘If You’s a Ho’ let us know
But, if you wanna flow like some killers
Grab the mic and let’s go
‘If You’s a Ho’ let us know
But, if you wanna flow like some killers
Grab the mic and let’s go
K-Rino the king
I rough you up with some fast reading
Rhymes cramped his stomach up like a
Period and left his ass bleeding
You ignorant rappers need to quit
All you talk about is smoking
Weed, fucking women, shooting guns
The same shit i’ll break your whole day down
You stepped at 12 o’clock, bumped
His gums at 1
By 2 his ass was on the ground
Riding my bone like some rims
Hoping that these nuts melt in
His mouth like M&M's
You feel like you can flow but
If you stepped to K-Rino
I’ma wreck your basic style and hope
Your family at the show
Yo, this ain’t no time for faking ‘cause
A lot of rappers thought enough
But, I bet this shoe fit up your
Ass if I kick hard enough
Fruit cake ass rhymes couldn’t
Win against my granny
So you’ll know I’ll send you home
In nothing but some damn panties
Take your money, take your nuts, your title
Then I’ll break your neck clean
I’ll even take that girl that you
Were fucking in that wet dream
Boy it’s me and you
I’ll make them shiver
I’ll rank your monkey ass up the river
And you ain’t got to come pick
These raps up ‘cause I deliver
Like dominoes, lyrics by the slice
If ain’t there in thirty minutes then I’ll
Bust your ass for half price
I got the potential to kill many
But, you be hanging round me
All up on my nuts like you was Lil’ Penny
Ghetto tactics I employ, seek and destroy
Jab him, put him in a
Boston crab and stab him
Y’all better get this boy
Torture your weak mind for tryna play K
Try me and I pimp you on the
Mic like Sweet Daddy be doing JJ
Fake reciters, I be cracking plenty of ‘em
Matters how many of ‘em, bring 5, bring 10
Fuck bring 20 of ‘em
Yo, we’ll go some rounds if the fool's able
But, I break you like AC chill or
Rapper K on the pool table
Call my shot before I drop it
Chalk my microphone up
Punk ass rapper in the corner pocket