K-Rino - Worst Rapper Alive lyrics

Yeah, y'all wanna know who I am?
I'm bout to tell y'all who I am

I'm the, worst rapper alive yo
When they see me hit the corner
They be running like I'm 5-0
No chance for survival
Any man come test left dead on arrival

I murder fools in exhausting ways
It starts with a arson blaze
No caution I shorten days
Stand over graves and rip till
I make coffins raise
A dark haze covers my noggin, K often praise
Spark and raise a light that reach the
Red planet where the Martians stay
Then I cast a verbal spell, flowing
Y'all ain't knowing on the microphone I
Go deep like Terrell Owens
Vegitablize ya from the chin up
I torture you rappers
I shave the hair off of your
Head and braid your skin up
I'm part cyanide and part venom
I got jars in my kitchen cabinet that look
Empty but there's really thoughts in 'em
Witness my plan
You'll understand I'm a sinister man
Jumped off a two foot brick and it
Took me ten minutes to land
The beats I own, hit and pound domes
My mind's expansive
I got workers on my brain
Now building town homes i leave your defence
Delinquent and ultrasound
Showed how I seen frequent
In the unborn embryo's dream sequence

I'm the words in the sky, like cannabis smoke
A unanimous vote so I
Could slander his quote
Slice his neck and hand him his throat
I roll with facts
Give me a pen and that's all she wrote
Control the axis of million men
With a small remote i spit the best
Pass my book and I'm a instant threat
I speak to life forms that
Ain't even in existence yet
The phraseologist, bring bastards to me
One verse takes you from illiteracy
To a master's degree they be fearing this
Rain haemorrhaged way before they
Be hearing this
I take pride in giving your spirit
An out of body experience
Deliberately delivering DNA to
A cynical feminist
Stood mirrorless gazed at brick walls
And seen physical images
My flow is a mixture of a seven
Figure body counting a bible scripture
Future predictor
With wicked riches in my baby pictures
When I burst out, pull your hearse out
If you bite i'll punch a
Hole in your stomach
Reach in and snatch my verse out

I'm offing you with the hand and
Eye quickness of a stenographer
Worked part time at a cosmos
As a fly ghost photographer
Go to war with ya
A thousand horses couldn't drag me off of ya
Too raw for ya
That's why you on my wood just like carpenter
My metamorphosis took place
And the death toll started soaring to
New heights I was awarded for
Steady outscoring the coroner
According to the majority
I'm the aura that gives more to ya
Remarkable flame talker, please
Stop me if I'm boring ya
I spit my flow with precision
If I get you in the chin I'm flooring ya
Hit quick whenever tricks get ignant
Like liquid I'm pouring ya i bu-buck
Now you don't want that it
Ain't no tomorrow for
To knock me out the pocket
It's gon' take a hundred more of ya yeah