Danger Zone - K Rino

I’ma have to drop me another motherfucker

Since I’m laid back I guess he think I’m a sucker

One little, two little biters, now they gone

South Park is the motherfucking Danger Zone

On the cool I hang with killers, dope dealers, ex-cap pillers

Mercenary murderous maniac mug drillers

Street thugs, crazy crews and blood spillers

Catastrophical combinations of casket fillers

Oh you cracking, cranking up all this drama

Cool, somebody go pick him up and go call his mama

'86 ‘cause I ain’t joking, I break tricks

When it comes to bullets I’m like that singing group, so come 'Take 6'

Yo, happy birthday to you

‘Cause I’m about to run revolution through you

I’m coming out to buck them like Rambo, my damn fool

I’ll slam yo ass hard ‘cause I am your worse nightmare

I might square you off solid, take the last dollar out your wallet

Peace to Louis Farrakhan and Brother Khalid

Ain’t no depressing this solid savage life decimate

Cops steady arresting this mean massacre specialist

I’m free stroking, man you think I’m joking

Out of ten next to break in I’m leaving twenty of ‘em broken

When I’m chasing ‘em, I get hyper when I’m racing them

It’s like ice cream and milk on some legs when I’m tasting them

Boom!

I came out the womb to cause doom

Had to leave the Universe ‘cause there wasn’t enough room

For my brain to think, I’ma hit him with a fast shank

Let him drop, I fill him up like a gas tank

I’ma have to drop me another motherfucker

Since I’m laid back I guess he think I’m a sucker

One little, two little biters, now they gone

South Park is the motherfucking Danger Zone

I got styles sharp as the guillotine, you panic until I walk

Come witness wizardry from this killer hawk

Lyricist, K-Rino in effect, my deepness not proven yet

Teleport the heaviest objects, cause wreck while not moving yet

Stand back ‘cause I don’t feel like crushing your style today

You missed with the gun to my head but I hit you from a mile away

Lock him up in a room where struggling MCs caught him up in a breeze

Like killer bees, how the hell did he freeze, it’s damn near 130 degrees

I’m venomous like a snake but I don’t rattle like the rest of them

A silencer vocally causing explosions in the chest of them

Where’s my book?

Who the hell took my book?

I’ll leave them in stitches

I’ll leave them in ditches, punk-ass hoes be falling down like London Bridges

See my clique, no it’s not a game but we’ll gang up quick

See if you want to bang, throw them thangs up tricks

Let gangsters be gangsters, but we ain’t the ones

‘Cause gangsters ain’t the only people who pack the guns

See NIP got the clip, Point Blank got the shank

Cat pulled a gat, Dope-E drove a tank

Egypt E made ‘em flee, DBX broke they necks

A.C. Chill pass the drill, Ruff Eyeque got the tecks

My vocals fast, outrunning the lyrics, you stuck in the past, I hung ‘em at last

Our rap blast left him mentally trash with his tongue in a cast

I flow, ain’t nobody wrecking K-Rino

So grab your heart and tell Elizabeth you’re coming to join her, ho

I’ma have to drop me another motherfucker

Since I’m laid back I guess he think I’m a sucker

One little, two little biters, now they gone

South Park is the motherfucking Danger Zone