Four Minute Warning

[Intro: K-Rino]
Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Just when they thought it couldn't get no colder, I had to raise my level 18 more notches. Yeah. Come on

[Verse: K-Rino]
My momma had an abortion years before I spit a rhyme out
They threw me in the trash but two hours later I climbed out
With blood and afterbirth, I started on a blind route
Civilians threatened by the sight of a newborn infant with a lion's mouth
I copulate and repopulate, at age four
I started removing my own organs just to see how they operate
I could make the apocalypse end with a preposterous spin
I'm a alien python that sheds rhinoceros skin
You choke and gag when words are spoken fast
I smoke and blast paragraphs [?] at a cat swallowing broken glass
I provide infinite homicide by making you die
The death of every human in history that ever died
I worshipped on the Sabbath, then put bodies in cabinets
Spared the sinners and killed the saints cause they was arrogant
When the priest sees the millimeter of three threes
I'm a self-producing species, your brain holds less intelligence than my feces
My dominance was ominent from it comes prominent confidence
I pack a 'matic that I use to crack continents
I wet a rain, spark burst from the brain
I spit propane and make fire burst up into more flames
I shatter bladders and scatter matter, send data at a
Character actor rapper 'til cadavers splatter with marinara
I grab and pull your clavicle
To see if its extractable, I'm an actual mathematical quadrilateral
Your throat, I'll make blood flow from it, I'll impregnate your woman
And nine months later snatch the fetus up out of your stomach
A spacecraft landed with a hyperbolic bed on it
People collapsed cause every alien that exited had my head on it
My homicides are shown in a hearse, chronologically reversed
So the last victim I murdered actually died first
Whatever your effort is, I'll effortlessly better ya
I could sever both of my feet and still be two steps ahead of ya
I'm the thought editor, like a head of lettuce I shredded ya
I could sit on a planet nebula with a weapon and red sweater ya
I plot debauchery while you ride where my crotch be
I ought to wrap your whole body around my wrist, the way you watch me
'Til time ends, I'ma be a threat
I got another head up on my neck, but human eyes can't see it yet
I carry ten times my weight like a ant do
I'm dyslexic, but me with still me with hang can't you
I mean you can't hang with me, the imperial skill spiller
Optical illusional mirror serial killer
I'll stand you at a intersection and rip
Until I make your body take off running in 17 different directions
Like a surgeon, I open your chest and put my words in
I'm the first one to bust like a dude that nutted up in a virgin
And you picking up the microphone and beating me rapping
Is kind of like constipation, it's some shit that won't happen
You disillusioned, boy. I sink you quick
You got lyrical hypochondria, you just think you sick
And it's hazardous for a stalky MC to try me
Like a hospital patient with hydrochloric acid in his IV
A bomb was ticking in my right arm
I'm the lovechild of a night storm and an unborn futuristic alien lifeform
I prozac slackers with no trap, other planets I go jack
And return with a sack of extraterrestrial throwbacks
I'll approach you with aggression and slap you so hard
I'll be able to look inside my hand and see your facial expression
My telekinetics will stand on ya
I'll put you in a sleeper hold without even laying a hand on ya
Leave contestants with infections in they midsections
I'm harder than a roll of quarters and a tyrannosaurus erection
Send me a hundred years back and make me transparent
And you will never be born cause I'll murder both sets of your grandparents
A mic's what I have, no gun to run grab
Slap you with five combinations in the time it took you to throw one jab
Like I said before, I'm really from a future time
And the only reason I'm here right now is to execute your rhyme
The seat I blast you off with word plex, I had to spark it
Fly around the city on my Black Book like a magic carpet
Your syllable was too easily killable
I'm a musical miracle with a brain that's refillable
From the womb, I was consumed with ominous doom
My thoughts traveled and exhumed Nostradamus' tomb
I'm from a wicked platoon where false promises bloom
A mansion with twenty rooms and a caterpillar's cocoon
Yeah what's up, Kuwait?

[Outro: Kuwait]
Legendary pioneer, the grand wizard K-Rino. This nigga started this shit, nigga. The reason why you the author of the shit you spit: God, nigga. The beginning and the ending. It began with this nigga, and it's gon' end with this nigga. You niggas can't fuck with Rino, nigga. What, you MHMR or something, motherfucker? Stop selling your medicine, and use it, idiot. You niggas falling off and shit. You niggas can't be chosen, nigga. Twenty years in the game, rookie, count em. South Park Coalition, the black book is international, motherfucker. With or without you suit-and-tie cocksuckers. Yeah, nigga