K-Rino - Old School Rippin lyrics

Bust at your feet till you lay with red socks
Im so aggravated that my chest
Hair is in dreadlocks
You should think giving me a
Pen filled with ink
Is kinda like giving Superman an energy drink
I prevail I'm a beast when it comes to mail
I work harder than a crackhead
Whose fresh outta jail
Step to you and tear your head
Off with one hard quote and
Show up to your mommas house
In nothing but a trenchcoat
Im known for writing a verse
And spitting well and im
Hard to get rid of like a chitlin smell
Oh my gosh man I think Ive
Had enough of your trash
I'ma giant you an insect on a buffalo's ass
You couldn't beat me with a bullwhip
With the foot speed of flash and a 39
Yard head start in a 40 yard dash
My prime lasted 25 years and still wrecking
Your prime lasted 4 minutes and 32 seconds
Your album is just like welfare
Don't you get it
There's a lot of people on it
But they're ashamed to admit it
I use the mic for methods of battery
Beat your from sunday to 'saturdee'
You so trash that your insults flatter me
I'm baffled by your lyrical tactics
I'm amazed at you manage to maintain
That consistent level of whackness
With little concentration and practice
I spin the
Planet on my finger like a globetrotter
Like it was on it's axis
Natural skill no dope, I never popped a pill
Got banned from therapy sessions
For slapping Dr phil
Broke in your crib knocked your gold
Teeth out and pawned them
Fool you couldn't roll on me
If you was a condom
Being conceited got you defeated, he tryna
Act like he a pimp
His game is so weak his blow up doll cheated
Bit my rhymes I ain't get mad
I know you need it
I put hair on it so it will
Look familiar when you eat it
The masses in the building they
Don't need to search
I put lyrics in the collection
Plate in my church
25 trillion is probably what I'm worth
Fuck a Bentley I'ma put a
Down payment on the Earth
I blew his head off left
Nothing but hot vapor
I was tryna see if his
Brain matched my wallpaper
The hospital said he was ultimate patient
I hit a lot of times like multiplication
Like water glass I just had waste him
He was running I was standing in
Place and I still chased him
When I pounce that's the end of the game
I make you hate that I'm on ya like
That tattoo of your baby momma's name