K-Rino - Killin' the Game lyrics

South Park, Dead End, let's get em
Let's get em
5th Ward, 4-4, let's get em, let's get em
Southeast, Southwest, let's get em
Let's get em
3rd Ward, Hiram-Clarke, let's get em
Let's get em

Question, how did this develop?
My car, my swagger, my chain
Shut the hell up
The one you got ain't even yours
I seen you at the grocery
Store mopping the floors
You telling lies by the dozen
Boy you ain't no pimp
One of your dancers is your cousin
Said you was balling, but you wasn't
I ain't never seen your wife
You probably got a husband
Your last album was garbage
I listened to it once
It gave my stereo a virus
17 songs, every one wack
I wouldn't sign you to an imaginary contract
Let me quit playing and be for real
You could pay me a mill' like
You was giving me a deal
Watch your career plummet
You could win 90 straight and
Still be 90 under 500

All these toilet paper MCs
Is killing the game
Sugar water drinking fly cats
Killing the game
They wanna knock us out the picture
But we still in the frame
Slap a hater in the grill
If you feeling the same

Look at how this fool is dancing, oh Lord
I can't even say this line right
I'm laughing so hard your so called hit's
You the only one that quote ‘em
You got fan letters
But, you the one who wrote ‘em
They say K you should make a dance song
It might bubble so I made me one up
It's called the Beat-Your-Ass Shuffle
Some of y'all are full of estrogen
Manhood in the negative
Y'all are less than men
Octagon match, un-refereed bludgeon you
You gon' need somebody to help you bleed
The way you rappers turned the
Game into a fly fad
It's like some dude blowing up a
School and saying my bad
And sagging is so controversial
The hood looking like a
Damn underwear commercial
And if it ain't one scam, it's another
Now they photoshopping models on
Their mixtape cover, man

All these toilet paper MCs
Is killing the game
Sugar water drinking fly cats
Killing the game
They wanna knock us out the picture
But we still in the frame
Slap a hater in the grill
If you feeling the same

Let me take you back to
Childhood for one minute, now think
See boys used to wear blue
And girls wore pink
Mohawks use to be hard, like Mr t?, certainly
Now dudes be getting Mohawks
And coloring them burgundy
At school you had curls and
Pretty shirts with swirls
While we was shooting hoops
You played jacks with the girls
Little boys shouldn't put on women’s
Clothing and you know it
Hey, take this football boy
Go outside and throw it
Catch it, run, jump, kick, throw a javelin
Steal a car or start a fight
Do something that's masculine
Years later you picked up the mic
Uh oh what's happening?
I won't make no more songs like this
Just promise not to rap again
It's impossible to wear pink thuggishly
Don't be surprised if rappers
Start rocking pumps publically
I'm born with the characteristics of a G
But, I can't look at this girl because
This dyke is mean mugging me

All these toilet paper MCs
Is killing the game
Sugar water drinking fly cats
Killing the game
They wanna knock us out the picture
But we still in the frame
Slap a hater in the grill
If you feeling the same