Opening Statement

[Intro: K-Rino]
What up? Everytime we do this we gotta make sure we do it right
Ain't no time for playing
So I'ma shoutout to everybody that don't like me
And I hate you too believe that

[Verse: K-Rino]
I'm oblivious to punishment, rarely I show pain
I'm like heroin and crystal meth, acid and cocaine
I'm that man who's in your house waiting for you to throw the lights
Under your bed hoping to strike like that clown or poltergeist
I'm that fate you couldn't dodge, the bullet permanently lodged
The carbon monoxide that helps you kill yourself in your garage
I'm the roadblock that impede ya, who can telepathically read ya
The physician that intentionally messed up your procedure
I'm the sorcerer, the witch doctor, the medicine concocter
I'm a human octopus being, the electric eel shocker
My drug is a verbal slug that might distort blood
The wicked hand that firmly wrapped around your life support plug
I'm the ghost man who holds your existence in his hand
Perched in the neck of the hour glass, the final grain of sand
The professional who speaks words of action to the beast
I'm the priest who heard you but showed no compassion in the least
I'll forever be the lead, my breed heavily degreed
I bring phrases that experts say can never be conceived
Those who step to me, get bladed, brainwaves cleverly invaded
I got arrays of weaponry so days of jeopardy enslaved him
For my phone because I'm always hunting new things I can grab
No time for rapping about my clothes or platinum chains that I don't have
Equipping the grain to drive and smash, selling cocaine and flexing abs
Making it rain and running tabs, I'ma spit flames and burn up last
And that's finished

[Outro: K-Rino]
I want to shoutout God/Allah
The whole South Park Coalition
What's up K.O.? What's up K-Water?
Shoutout to the N.O.I
MacGregor Park, Alaska, Germany, France, the whole world
Shoutout to the homie Malik
All the OGs, the homies in jail
The hustlers on every block around the world
What up Z-Ro? What up Tre?
The whole H-Town, the Ghetto Bar and SPC
Holler at me, yeah