[Intro: K-Rino]
Yeah, I'm in a good mood
We're gon' go in a little harder

[Verse 1: K-Rino]
See, I'm the farthest thing from a talkative novice
The sovereign artist, the walking thesaurus
I'm heartless so I'm gonna stomp him regardless
His esophagus is swole' like he swallowed a walrus
Every two or three hours I break four cliques
Even after he dies give him eight more licks
Busting into their houses with straight door kicks
Disfigure you like blindfolded skateboard tricks
And it's too true that K-Rino got a few screws loose
Connected to my ears a Jupiter size Bluetooth
Choked out, hands untainted too when I finish you
And when I'm through the hardest men'll pause like women do
It's not a act, I was born real
Drag you through a corn field and pull the flesh off you like a orange peel
I got you jumping and blocking like Pop Lockers
International watching a continent hopscotcher
I hear your heartbeat without using a stethoscope
I'm forever dope tying heads to a tether rope
The man that I booed said, "Damn, he was rude"
I strike like wrong answers on Family Feud
Tryna bang with us is dangerous
Like mixing baby formula with angel dust
I'm intellectually heavy and my brain's a bus
When you walk outta your house it will be raining trucks
Apparently you don't seem to get it, whip you with a single lyric
And make the shit look like a hyena did it
It's addictive when you start to flame tracks
That's why every rapper who ever retired came back
I'm 16 levels past danger, I'm the mast stranger
With the clothes hanger baby-momma ass mangler
My tame mood change into fast anger
The same dude who locked the warden in the gas chamber
Self-abduction, the sickening process
I don't even know where I'm holding myself hostage
Wondered how I do it but no answer was there
Gagged my mouth after tying both my hands to a chair
When I preform you got every right to get alarmed
Find you and whoop your ass with a severed off midget arm
I put you so far up in the ground, it's true
That people in the lowest part of Hell can look down at you