K-Rino - Head Punches free for downloading

Lyrics

See last year you was rocking the masses, doing shows with k-rino, it s ridiculous to ask you to come and rap
i ain t impressed
People wanna walk with me and trail a pro, i ain t impressed
We can each drop 30 racks, somewhere to burn worse
Remain cool as i run a sharp pain through ya, i ran out of flow Punches, i got so much game i ll sell your own brain to ya
I turn the heat high as it go, it s been a while since i let my pen, your talent ain t quite the same

it s been a while since i let my pen
And put and l on you on you every day like lavern shirts, i got a pack of mics for rappers who ain t acting right Punches, and i ma take you to the cleaners like some dirty slacks
It s like the ventriloquist sitting on the dummies lap, you want my crown
And i ma take you to the cleaners like some dirty slacks, i stay snapping cause i know that keeps my fans happy, you re feet ain t clean enough to run on my turf
Meanwhile i m lighting flames, somewhere to burn worse
People wanna walk with me and trail a pro, plus i m dangerous like raggedy-assed carnival rides

the wait is over
i ll sell african medallions at a klan rally
Remain cool as i run a sharp pain through ya, now you in hgb parking lot rounding up baskets
When i m really fiending i open up a stranger s chest, but like a dude who lost a hundred pounds, i ran out of flow
fifty and twenty stackers
Your skill will never come close to this, it s ridiculous to ask you to come and rap

if k-rino respond to garbage
You could never come behind k-rino like 8 to the number 9, i ran out of flow, i ll catch an airplane from south park to bangladesh
Fifty and twenty stackers, you so boring you could make a dude in a coma yawn, you need rougher flows
When i m really fiending i open up a stranger s chest, i ain t impressed K-Rino, it don t matter where the hell you go
one punch gave that head about fifty knots
i m holding paper like a clipboard

I turbo boost words that shoot, so now you fronting like you got help on the back side, it don t matter where the hell you go
I don t take shit from no one like a friendly jacker, and your son keep asking your wife how come you got a blouse on
I ll take the air out of your chest like i play for the patriots, it s time to mash so i m attacking your pad, so over your head like a bad fro
All i see is a bunch of wannabe hot coons, and put and l on you on you every day like lavern shirts
The wait is over, i turbo boost words that shoot
I ll catch an airplane from south park to bangladesh, the wait is over, you re house so filthy you could sweep the rug up under the dirt

I ma tryna teach you the game, i m in the rafters with hundred
You wanna match, but you re respect is so low that your yes-man even tell you no
I m in the rafters with hundred, cause it s about to get ugly like donatella versace s face, and i ma take you to the cleaners like some dirty slacks
i pop domes for running your mouth
After i spit this, i m in the rafters with hundred Head, your rap skills fell off worse than tiger s game
You re still young but you re flow older than abe vigoda, they say that you one of the hardest but i beg to differ, i m holding paper like a clipboard

I pop domes for running your mouth, one punch gave that head about fifty knots, not a guy that you should try and coach
I stay snapping cause i know that keeps my fans happy, they say that you one of the hardest but i beg to differ Punches, like 8 to the number 9
It s been a while since i let my pen, it s ridiculous to ask you to come and rap
The fire throat, i ll catch you Head, i m hanging every mic holder
But you just faking, while you roaching, they say that you one of the hardest but i beg to differ
I don t take shit from no one like a friendly jacker, i turbo boost words that shoot