Blood On the Crown - K Rino

All around the world, ha

Nah-nah-nah, that’s what they said

Come on, bring it nah-nah-nah

Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah

Time to introduce the world to the pandemic releaser

Slide you, decline you, cut you up like a Visa

In dramatic fashion cadavers in the attic stashing

When I ring a rappers neck it look like I be cabbage patching

After the whooping I left a crook in the oven cooking

I stole my own rhyme book when I wasn’t looking

I found out and the consequences were costly

You shoulda saw what I did to myself when I caught me

They say I got better after 40

Boy you 'bout to get your ass whooped like a male stripper at a bachelor party

Obsessive compulsive disorder’s what it’s seeming like

Repetitive torture, I start over till I think it’s right

Think it’s right (Think it’s right), think it’s right, OK now it’s right

Went from South Park to Antarctica in a hour flight

These boys dirty, they done broke too many laws

Next year these rappers gon' be on stage in skinny draws

Now everybody is saying they got the top spit

Until I show up and run ‘em off of the block quick

Face down on the ground, slugs all around

Your favorite rapper was found with blood on his crown

Go find somebody weaker to dump on

I’ll write a verse in 5 minutes, greater than a song you worked a month on

I won’t dump on you chump unless you jump

My paragraphs are tighter than a blood pressure pump

If you don’t wanna mind, I’ll force you

I won’t drag you across the ground, I’ll drag the ground across you

Describe every tribal move, I’ll do

Dial you to tell the time and place that I’ll arrive to strike and still

surprise you

You want a thesis from me, no problem increase the money

Promise I’m not crazy, don’t believe me ask the Easter Bunny

They had me on wicked attraction for attacking rappers

I doubled back and massacred the re-enactment actors

One of my favorite things is bathing in laser beams

Waking from crazy dreams with scorpion stingers and raven wings

So come and deal with me first

After you I’ll merk your kin folk, so there’s no one left to print your R.I.P.

shirts

Now everybody is saying they got the top spit

Until I show up and run em off of the block quick

Face down on the ground, slugs all around

Your favorite rapper was found with blood on his crown

You wrote but I wrote more, if you steal from my quote store

I’ll bust through your door swinging a boat ore

I’m awfully making every image a part of me

I ought to be rewarded for verbal cinematography

I took the phrase you taught and made it abort

Like a vegetablized brain, I never gave it a thought

My payment was short, so I went and raided the vault

I just wave and it’s considered aggravated assault

I got lyricists breaking while you twitching and shaking

I develop photographs before the pictures are taken

Hungry rappers stand in line when I hand bars out

I got the whole game covered like their grandma’s couch

How your dome feel when my word vacuum spin it

Picture a bag on your head with a raccoon in it

No force that you could build up could make my thoughts budge

Taking dudes off the streets like a child support judge

Aaaaah, it feels so good to know how much it hurts you ha-ha