[Intro: K-Rino]
They said he couldn't do it no more
Let’s see if they right

[K-Rino]
He couldn't withstand the blast that he felt
Beating me is hard to pull off like a chastity belt
I'm returning to the war zone to flame my opponents
The game keep calling me back like I was hanging up on it
Stopping me is a task no one's able to do
Like trying to seat a thousand people at a table for two
See what I’m saying's heating iron, on the mic defeating giants
I’m a lion-eating man, that eats man-eating lions
When I please, I still punish and rip with ease
Like a plate of nachos, I stack chips and cheese
Question me I gotta flame you, then I'll probably show you something painful
Like stuffing both your feet into the same shoe
Every line got the people in the joint raving
Cut your index finger off, I call it point shaving
I'm the rap landlord, you a damn fraud
Trying to charge a pair of Jordans with a Sams card
Rough bar chooser, hard 2 by 4 user
Beat and bruise ya after I win, now you a sore loser
I gotta cannon mouth, tongue whoopings I hand 'em out
My presence is everywhere like Santa’s house
Get it straight, I didn’t come to make the party bounce
I came to bust you in the face with a forty ounce
Pages new, you be crying like a baby do
Still got clothes on lay-away from '82
In brain square mileage, I’m imagined mentally
Your brain's inefficient see you pissing where you kitchen be
I got music in my bag, coast to coast I push
I thought I told you that men ain’t supposed to douche
Rhyme-sack you with my mind's immaculate
I’m a beast, I put it down like I was tired of packing it
Money I’m stacking it, my crew is unruly they pop fast
When they catch you its outta my hands like a dropped pass
On a wack scale of 1 to 10 you sure to rate
When you rank it's like taking a leak, you're an eight
You could be one of them big screen stars
But when I catch you it’s a wrap, just like sixteen bars
K-Rino is in the hood everyday, I don’t miss the fights
You come and hang once a year like Christmas lights
You like to talk about your past and all your ex-stunts
I speak on things that I already did next month
I ain’t got time for silly little playful things
You 6' 5", 260 with a naval ring
I get on a roll, vocab is so cold
I like to eat my cereal and milk with no bowl
I step my game up to improve the sport
Stole some of my own lyrics and took myself to court
I’m the flow man, wingspan of Rodan
Slick enough to pick your pocket with yo' hand
Rap slicing, reciting, striking and writing verbs
Verses swinging like Tyson I call ‘em fighting words
I’m down to get a private or a public win
Like hand sanitizer, after doing dirt I rub it in
Whenever you around lies gon' scatter
Like when your girlfriend told you size don’t matter
Whoever said K-Rino wasn't heated they lied
I picked my skill up early like it needed a ride
Rappers get caught up in the deep just for crossing the street
I won’t let you change the game like you lost your receipt
If we do carry heat you'll never find it on us
Your CEO gave you a twenty dollar signing bonus
Ran opponents out the game they couldn't stand the losses
Line for line they coming up shorter then a Vienna sausage
You talking tough partner but you look sweet
You ain’t hot, ‘cause you ain’t ready like undercooked meat
I stay in rare form to achieve this work
Got the right to bare arms like a sleeveless shirt
Terminating you is something I can’t wait to do
You could be my twin and I still couldn’t relate to you
When I get through, I get a long ovation
My pen stays on paper like it's on probation
Winning odds, 87 to 1
Fool beating me is like your girlfriends hair, it's never been done (Ha)