[Verse 1: K-Rino]
I'm that dude that slashes you with no utensil
Step back, aim and blast at you with a loaded mental
Crowd in disbelief, they never heard what I teach
Like being dipped in grease when I’m serving the heat
Every time I leap, treacherous words form a speech
They find at least a million dead birds on a beach
You can fight me (strike me) cuss me (bite me)
Never have you ever seen a killer quite like me?
Evil (shiesty) regal (feisty)
Squeezing the life from three people nightly
Practise (classic) ratcheting (tactics)
Murdering savages that I have to interact with
Multifaceted, nasty and accurate
Make a task come alive after I fashion it
Like a fool on dip, I’ma wild out
Whole lot of missing people up in my house
Man, not a telephone won’t dial out
I’ma snatch you up by the collar from a mile out
Channel my energy to expose you on contact
Load you in a canon and send you where the Sun’s at
Combat with facts wherever I’m at
Spit a library of almanacs on one track
Say you’re the best, so K the King don’t try ya
Travel in your head then rig them wires
Make ‘em retire ‘cause I ain’t big on liars
Tie your woman up then set her wig on fire
Go into the jail house, blow the wall out
All the killers and murderers, I’m let ‘em all out
This is the fallout ‘cause I know what y’all bout
Y’all breaking the peace so I’ma go to war out
[Hook: K-Rino]
I’m a problem, I’m a problem
I leave ‘em feeding from the bottom, from the bottom
Hunt ‘em down like a monsoon as I spot ‘em, when I spot ‘em
The skills you claim, I hope you got ‘em On that microphone it’s well known that I’m a problem I’m a problem, I leave ‘em feeding from the bottom, from the bottom
Hunt ‘em down like a monsoon as I spot ‘em, when I spot ‘em
The skills you claim, I hope you got ‘em
On that microphone it’s well known...

[Verse 2: K-Rino]
Problems I'm solving them, I'll ruin you and make you wish your world ends
I'll show up at your date and beet you down in front of your girlfriend
I build my rap, spin moves, then side step
I work my pen out so much that it's looks just like a bodybuilder's bicep
But enough of jokes, I'm sending your whole form up in a puff of smoke
I'll amputate your limbs then I reconnect them to other folks
You was grinning, swearing you would win
Until you felt the right hook come tearing through your chin
The punishment then etched in, never would it end
Got a pen that's deadlier than a heroin syringe
I'm a rap pro, O.G., macro, blast those that don't know me, coming in the back door slowly
My goal is to jack your soldiers, mash on a rapper like afro Kobe
See I get trapped inside a time warp every now and then
For the first 11 days of 2016 I was 10
See I'm the one that threw the bomb that landed on your flesh
No need for a uniform, my team name's branded on my chest
I'm in my power stance, damaging cowards man
My click is like a clock 'cause if you diss us, in a minute you gon' see our hands
[Hook: K-Rino]
I’m a problem, I’m a problem
I leave ‘em feeding from the bottom, from the bottom
Hunt ‘em down like a monsoon as I spot ‘em, when I spot ‘em
The skills you claim, I hope you got ‘em On that microphone it’s well known that I’m a problem I’m a problem, I leave ‘em feeding from the bottom, from the bottom
Hunt ‘em down like a monsoon as I spot ‘em, when I spot ‘em
The skills you claim, I hope you got ‘em
On that microphone it’s well known...

[Verse 3: K-Rino]
I hold the mantel and stand in preparation for the grand battle
I can travel unnoticed camouflaged inside of an ant's shadow
The sacred robe of unjaded greatness I'm draped with
I shake pits and wears snakes on my wrists like bracelets
I straight rip until I make the lithospheric plate shift
Decapitate you just to save your paper on your facelift
I'm down for the cash, astounding and brash
Give you a tattoo with a needle that I found in the trash
Now I'm getting real hungry, time for breakfast, man - everything in front of me swept in flames
Vocabulary range insane, I'm about to replace Webster's name
See, when the track's too rough to wreck on
I'll connect two stones to some lead prongs and wear them instead of headphones
The profit gainer, a bottle rocket flamer, cock and aim at a gossip bringer
Hanging in a locked container, sparring with a robot boxing trainer
The day I lose to rap buffoons
The Sun will shine bright at midnight and be followed by a pitch black afternoon
[Hook: K-Rino]
I’m a problem, I’m a problem
I leave ‘em feeding from the bottom, from the bottom
Hunt ‘em down like a monsoon as I spot ‘em, when I spot ‘em
The skills you claim, I hope you got ‘em On that microphone it’s well known that I’m a problem I’m a problem, I leave ‘em feeding from the bottom, from the bottom
Hunt ‘em down like a monsoon as I spot ‘em, when I spot ‘em
The skills you claim, I hope you got ‘em
On that microphone it’s well known...