K-Rino - Do U Really Wanna Go lyrics

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K-Rino - Do U Really Wanna Go lyrics

[Intro] Yeah. You standin' in front of me, boy, you really wanna do this? Must be crazy [Verse 1] I told y'all a long time ago I'm the coldest rhymer, bro Always tight 'cause I'm a pro I slam ya just like a domino Tortured your a** kinda slow I swing and yell Geronimo Make you go when you trying to stop And then stop you when you're trying to go Twenty years, I've been wrecking states And I never caught a weapon case Catch you up in your resting place And steal your a** like second base All I spit on are proper flows I very seldom shop for clothes (Take my foes to pop a doze?) And after dinner I drop them hoes Victories I chalk them fast Wack-a** MCs talkin' trash Had a stalker but I fell in love With the hustle, now I stalk her a** Did it all for the fun I guess In my lifetime, (wanna rest?) I run up in the crowd in the middle of the show And beat your a** like I was Ron Artest Ain't no need for pistol play My lyrics blowed your chest away I read your horoscope today It said "Damn fool don't mess with K" Flippin' dough just like Pizza Hut It's serious when I hit these cuts You cool with me then I'm cool with you The rest of y'all can just get these nuts [Hook] Do U Really Wanna Go, now? K-Rino still clickin' on these fake-a** rappers I murder rappers with my flow, now I stay ready for these snakes and these hatin' high-cappers [Verse 2] Disrespect me I'll slap ya fast Throw a jab and crack your mask If I die right now, I'll bet you five dollars I probably still could outrap your a** Not interested in sparing lifes Wearin' white shirts and a pair of Nikes Rip through your skin with tearing bites Eat your colon up like parasites Leave my foes with a cut-off nose [Pull out shows, gas full off close?] Some pull out guns when they robbin' folks I run up on fools then pull out flows My whole life is a dream to me 'Cause nothin' is what it seems to be When I die I plan on comin' back So in my will I'ma leave everything to me Hypocrites try to divide my wealth While I'm alive they [ride my belt?] I was so pissed off that the crowd saw two of me Because I was beside myself Ultimate gold [in the span it globe?] Each word I say is a mental probe I live in [a tre?] everybody is hard My church packed pistols up under their robes K is a heavy-weight, son, you a bantam I'm known to throw an irrational tantrum Hand 'em hard words, they'll die when I land 'em Flash it then say "f** the national anthem" I unibomb your whole front lawn Stab you with the horn of a unicorn You a waste of s**m, a waste of life Should've had your funeral before you was born

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