Ya’ll Can’t

[Intro: K-Rino]
Yeah, I want all y'all to line up, I'll tell y'all something
Stepping to me like y'all can get some
Teach you motherfuckers a lesson, uh
This how we do it in South Park and H-Town
Let me tell y'all something, man

[Hook: K-Rino]
Y'all can't fuck with Point Blank and DBX
A.C. Chill, can't forget about J-Flex
Rhyme Felon, Murder One and K.O
Ganksta NIP, Klondike Kat, PSK and K-Rino, uh
Y'all can't fuck with Dope-E and Ruff Eyque
Texas Tech, Greek and Catch-22
Street Military, X-Man and Egypt-E
Brain Dead, Rapper K, Ice Lord and T.P
Y'all can't fuck with Lame Bang and C-Rock
20-2-Life, D-One and Big Doc
Aftermath, Soul Provider and Big D
Grym Shadow, Ikeman, Volero, Se7en and G.T
Y'all can't fuck with K-Water, Victor Slick
Shadow Mob, all the Screwed Up Clique
Big Tyme Records, Wicked Crickett and Kuwait
Before you step you better ave your shit straight

[Verse 1: K-Rino]
Man, I'm a time traveler, I might be in the past looking
We got new technology, I'll email you an ass whooping
I stand up and call a man's bluff
Amputated his arm but still managed to put him in some handcuffs
A rapper thought he had me killed
I came out of the casket blasting 'cause I left him 20 shots in my will
Getting steel, you must not be in your right mind
You need to let your wife rhyme while you sit at home looking at Lifetime
I fucked your grandmother's daughter
You ought to try giving your rhymes by aerial, flows might get harder
When I speak, let it be known you up that creek without a paddle
Man, picture me shadowboxing with another motherfucker's shadow
You wanted to follow me, so let's go
Your ass couldn't bus a rhyme if you put one on the metro
Fool you so weak it's hard to sum up
You could be on your back with a freak riding you and you still couldn't come up

[Hook: K-Rino]
Y'all can't fuck with a sharp killer with a strong mind
That'll make you draw out your own chalk line
Don't give a damn about how many partners you bring
Me and my Black Book by itself, that's a two man game
Y'all can't fuck with ammunition that won't miss you
And I ain't got to make an underground to diss you
The header banger, weak ass MC hanger
Rip a show and leave with your old lady if you bring her, fool

[Verse 2: K-Rino]
Ain't no escape from your tragic fate
You locked your doors, thought you was safe but I was hiding in your chest plate
You want my skill but you ain't there yet
Feel like I'll never lose my nuts but if I do I've got a spare set
Words I lease 'em, while victories I increase 'em
In my bed, it's me, your girl and my folder having a threesome
I get tipped u like tricks do dancers at strip clubs
His mouth's slick 'cause I ripped off the part where his lip was
I plant the best seed, whenever I read the rest heave
Sink my teeth in lady MCs and breast feed until their chests bleed
I invented and represented a forensic rhyme clinic
Fool, your life is like a cellphone and you just used up all your minutes
See I'm a psychic and I don't play ho
I slapped your ass before you spoke 'cause I knew what you was about to say, ho
There words you say ain't effecting K
Your rhymes turn me off worse than your lady wearing her negligee

[Hook: K-Rino]
Y'all can't fuck with a flow that'll slap your face south
Swing at your mouth and knock the taste out
The Southsider that never bored shit
Eliminating frauds and still dropping that hard shit

[Verse 3: K-Rino]
Knocked up your girl and left her perm bent
The baby came out of her hair so that tells you where the sperm went
Smashing scary men, I'm mashing every win
My alter ego beat the hell out of your imaginary friend
When I blend my style send a shock wave to your dome, sinner
Treat your girl like a bank and deposit my bone in her
Uncovering, opening gashes in cerebellums, I'm loving
You got as much chance against me as a Popsicle in an oven
Man, I'm tired of all of y'all showboating and high capping
You spit so much shit I thought your asshole was rapping
In the game you came soft so I'm squaring the game off
I might not be off the chain but I'll snatch your chain off
I'm the only one you'll see in the crowd
I'm already underground so when I die bury me in a cloud
My skill's sharper, battle my words like old vodka
Flows tighter than some size 2 panties on Nicki Parker

[Hook: K-Rino]
Y'all can't fuck with the South Park Coalition
One rhyme against a tonne of ammunition, ho
I blast tricks with agg words, fuck a gun
Got your old lady bobbing her head in more ways than one
Y'all can't fuck with a flow that will leave your head swimming
Turning dikes back into real women
Coming with skill while you coming like hoes
K-Rino and SPC, partner, the H-Town pro's

[Outro: K-Rino]
Let me give a shout out to the whole South Texas
Louisiana, Alabama, Mississippi
Georgia, everybody, K-Rino, uh