Come On Down (feat. Chalie Boy) - K Rino

I’ll drag you 'cross the water, from Houston to Israel

I’m a seven course gourmet feast, you a kid’s meal

Take a sledge hammer, and damage the frame of your Caddy

Embarrass you, and make your own kids ashamed of they daddy

The people asking you questions, you answering none

Out of the trunk, selling mo' junk than Sanford and Son

You thought testing was a smart move, now you feel dumb

Like the Texans stupid ass, for not drafting Vince Young

You opened the door so here I come gunning, no time for no battlers

Me and the Time Traveler rattle ya, with a perammeter

Batter ya boy let’s chatter yuh, leave you for scavengers

Adding you to the long list, of dismissed wanna-be challengers

Haven’t ya realized yet, all that talk make me aggressive

Dig in your chest bring the broad out you, like some kind of decongestive

Material imperial mind, your flow is reposessive

It ain’t the fact that you’re whack black, I’m just very impressive mayn

Come on down, to Texas partna

Tight flows, or anything you need we got ya

Serving you, Southern hospitality proper

But know this, you step out of line we drop ya

The chorus and rap singing, a Don is

Verbally I astonish, get you hooked on my phonics

K-Rino spitting that plain flame, I soulfully punish

You trapped in a web’s game, and into the eyes of who’s punint

Locked down we run it, hands down no question

6'4 with a 5'5, wild child mic molesting

Bark like Mr. Smith, bite like Wesson

Professor ay step up, and get taught a top flight lesson

I laugh at ya, K-Rino the paragraph smasher

Catch you eating, snatch the food off your plate and won’t even ask ya

If we bet who raps can outlast, you’ll be a cash passer

One of the first, still one of the last of the ass thrashers

I’m down with Chalie Boy, if he call me I’m in his corner

Twenty thousand yards away, take off sprinting and run up on ya

I vacation in my own hood, keep the Bahammas

We got mo' flows, than a welfare office got baby mamas

I break a microphone is half, like the leg of Joe Theisman

If words was rushing yards, I would probably win the Heisman

Me temp is rising, your chance of survival is barely breathing

You telling lies with your hands on the bible, you damn heathen

I verbally, and verbally capture ya

Hit your car simultaneously, word slapping the driver and the passenger

You talking like a pimp, but you steady tricking homes

I be on your gal all night long, like a Cricket phone

Etching my name in history books, walking amongst legends

A part of a coalition, Texas ghetto street reverends

Chargers the game like Tomlinson, send you packing like Levans

Have you struggling to survive, like James and Florida Evans

Darkness about to set in, prepare for the on start

Shaking like a child fooling with a pit, just got his arm caught

You weak I ain’t say that, that’s what your mom thought

You bring a threat to me, like them nuclear bombs Sadaam brought none