K-Rino - Must Wanna Die lyrics

Why we ‘bout to show ‘em how it goes down
People playing with me, they must wanna die
The Coalition don’t fuck around
Still representing that Southside
We ‘bout to show ‘em how it goes down
Took ‘em from they family, make ‘em wanna cry
K-Rino me never fuck around, yeah

You nasty bastards, I drop higher scholastics
Mathematics couldn’t calculate the
Number of caskets i teach the masses
Pull out a piece and blast it
And leave pain and hand grenades
Up in your Easter baskets
To flip graphics like K-Rino
You need gymnastics
Rip gashes, you play me, hoe
You leave in plastic
I breed Jurassic and reproduce the fastest
Nullify your oxygen supply with
Loose elastics hey
To take me out, you need a fight plan, man
I spit a verse so hard on
Stage the mic stand ran
The cynical phrase pinnacle
Lyrically ecumenical
Function identical to octopus tentacles
It’s enough I split heads
And leave ‘em divided
Break your whole body in half and
Leave ya ass one sided, ay
And if you’re looking for a skull, I got it
I chuck it in somebody yard and
Let a pitbull hide it

Why we ‘bout to show ‘em how it goes down
People playing with me, they must wanna die
The Coalition don’t fuck around
Still representing that South

The dean of killing with kidnap classes
Call me for real, keep two clips
They flip like Dwayne Wayne glasses
You think I give a fuck about
Your chain and all that bragging?
Jack K’s Black Book bean pie and go Platinum
I spit that shit you can’t fathom
Watch me crack ‘em
Got stock options in here because all
The bodies I be bagging
I be dragging dead people through
Mud, backwoods and sticks, man
Got Atari 2600 that play Playstation 6 games
Now what’s my fix, man? It goes like this
Man i jump through your ears and start Crip
Walking up on your bitch brain
Mass murderer
Kill your whole family in one bunch
Eat ‘em for lunch, that’s what I like to
Call black history month i’m on the hunt
You feel this? Erase your mind
You couldn’t reminisce if your bitch ass was
On OS-10 peeling ‘cause we the realest
Got that high like smoking on nine sweets
You can’t fuck with Bang
In the bed poking on nine freaks

Why we ‘bout to show ‘em how it goes down
People playing with me, they must wanna die
The Coalition don’t fuck around
Still representing that South

With an array of flows, I spray foes
Depending on how you lived your life
I distribute horns or halos
A 9 will leave you with a blown mind
I call your house up aggravated and snatched
Your ass through the phone line
Dinner with K, you need a strong mind
‘cause like a broke ass clock
You hanging around at the wrong time
Could still see you if I go blind
I know your DNA is messed
Up, I ain’t trippin’, you can clone mine
I run with Bang and Big Doc
My brain power is so great
I can think and mentally pick locks
Thinking you harder, dude, you dead wrong
My body vanished at the mic and
All they saw was floating headphones
I don’t need heat to blast you
Your family found out it was me you
Was dissing and whooped your ass too
Vocal murder I’m manifesting
And I don’t wanna hear that whining
Just answer the damn question

Why we ‘bout to show ‘em how it goes down
People playing with me, they must wanna die
The Coalition don’t fuck around
Still representing that Southside
We ‘bout to show ‘em how it goes down
Took ‘em from they family, make ‘em wanna cry
K-Rino me never fuck around, yeah