Barbedwire Discipline - K Rino

While you wet clothes and fake your pimp mode

I’m gathering chemical info on how to make your neck lymph nodes implode

When I go home, I bathe in ozone

Take my microphone and crush your dome like ice and slurp it like a snow-cone

I spark a shot at those who talk a lot

Put garbage rappers on a murder auction block until the coffin plot market’s hot

All my lines are so unorthodox, they entered you like carbon monox'

And you’ll be still alive while your carcass rots

The sickest dude you’ll ever hate

I elevate and raise the bar as if I was making a nightclub levitate

You’ll never be the one like seven-eighths

I’ll become irate and strap you to a tailgate, then drag you through eleven

states

Emcees scorched with a million degree torch

Your thoughts are small enough to fit them all in a flea’s corpse

Your rap image got resemblance to a lesbian broad

You looked the part, you flipped your tongue but you can never get hard

I stay in the mode and steam-rolled right over my foes

I’m on the stage ripping up shows in a Doberman pose

My flow is errorless, to withstand the test you need a better vest

I’m never stressed and always starting shit like the letter 'S'

Unanimously denied your amnesty

At your reunion I handedly mopped your family under the canopy

I start and run upon ya with a sharp persona

Target you in the farthest part of Venus hiding in a closet in the darkest

corner

Equipped with a flame that will rip through a train

Scriptural gain pointing at you with centripetal aim

The antithesis of the word 'insane' bleeding disdain

What I inflict is beyond torture, you’ll be pleading for pain

Murder juice is what my thirst produces

In gestation of these exclusives leave you heathens steaming green mucus

Atrocities hit and stop ya nine bodily systems

You’ll get gutted out like jail house sodomy victims

Pay dues, my rep is huge, you set new records for skill ineptitude

Methods I use reduce decrepit crews to residue

Exposing fools, my words are valuable like stolen jewels

Your flows are used, you turn them back in when you use 'em like bowling shoes

Maniacal fiend that seething for green

Put cyanide in an asthmatic rapper’s breathing machine

My omnipotent ambiance will turn a room blue

1% of me inside of a 100% of you over consumes you

Delivering barbedwire whipping discipline

Backspin the remnants of your non-existence, ten dimensions past oblivion

I mastered wizardry during my infancy, I’ll blink and instantly

Remove you from the archives of living memory

Soaring above the Earth’s flooring, I’m orbiting

Foraging through scorching unseen dark matter specs exploring the origins

The impact of my most average raps will fracture your scapula

Drain the sap from your cardiovascular with a catheter

Technology in my mind exceeds the current time

Like somebody using an iPod in 1689

You should know there be no decoding my poetry

My opponents keep coming slower than rolling three lines on a rotary

The one man genealogy, my bloodline’s author

I’m myself, my future offspring and my own grandfather

The laborer, the great outerspace phrase caterer

Nuclear wave raider, sabre-tooth hater disabler

The solar rollerblader, I skated across craters

State of the art debater, thoughts integrated with Darth Vader

In victories I’ll never get enough, my sick degrees will rip you up

And leave a gash so critical that I’ll have to zip you up

He killed himself because to face me is double

He knew my schedule was busy so he saved me the trouble

If you mad I’m not the one you should blast on

Listen I’m so twisted that under my real face I got a mask on