Must Wanna Die - K Rino

Why

We ‘bout to show ‘em how it goes down

People playing with me, they must wanna die

The Coalition don’t fuck around, still representing that Southside

We ‘bout to show ‘em how it goes down

Took ‘em from they family, make ‘em wanna cry

K-Rino me never fuck around, yeah

You nasty bastards, I drop higher scholastics

Mathematics couldn’t calculate the number of caskets

I teach the masses, pull out a piece and blast it

And leave pain and hand grenades up in your Easter baskets

To flip graphics like K-Rino, you need gymnastics

Rip gashes, you play me, hoe, you leave in plastic

I breed Jurassic and reproduce the fastest

Nullify your oxygen supply with loose elastics hey

To take me out, you need a fight plan, man

I spit a verse so hard on stage the mic stand ran

The cynical phrase pinnacle, lyrically ecumenical

function identical to octopus tentacles

It’s enough I split heads and leave ‘em divided

Break your whole body in half and leave ya ass one sided, ay

And if you’re looking for a skull, I got it

I chuck it in somebody yard and let a pitbull hide it

Why

We ‘bout to show ‘em how it goes down

People playing with me, they must wanna die

The Coalition don’t fuck around, still representing that South

The dean of killing with kidnap classes

Call me for real, keep two clips, they flip like Dwayne Wayne glasses

You think I give a fuck about your chain and all that bragging?

Jack K’s Black Book bean pie and go Platinum

I spit that shit you can’t fathom, watch me crack ‘em

Got stock options in here because all the bodies I be bagging

I be dragging dead people through mud, backwoods and sticks, man

Got Atari 2600 that play Playstation 6 games

Now what’s my fix, man?

It goes like this, man

I jump through your ears and start Crip walking up on your bitch brain

Mass murderer, kill your whole family in one bunch

Eat ‘em for lunch, that’s what I like to call black history month

I’m on the hunt, you feel this?

Erase your mind

You couldn’t reminisce if your bitch ass was on OS-10 peeling ‘cause we the

realest

Got that high like smoking on nine sweets

You can’t fuck with Bang, in the bed poking on nine freaks

Why

We ‘bout to show ‘em how it goes down

People playing with me, they must wanna die

The Coalition don’t fuck around, still representing that South

With an array of flows, I spray foes

Depending on how you lived your life, I distribute horns or halos

A 9 will leave you with a blown mind

I call your house up aggravated and snatched your ass through the phone line

Dinner with K, you need a strong mind

‘cause like a broke ass clock, you hanging around at the wrong time

Could still see you if I go blind

I know your DNA is messed up, I ain’t trippin', you can clone mine

I run with Bang and Big Doc

My brain power is so great, I can think and mentally pick locks

Thinking you harder, dude, you dead wrong

My body vanished at the mic and all they saw was floating headphones

I don’t need heat to blast you

Your family found out it was me you was dissing and whooped your ass too

Vocal murder I’m manifesting

And I don’t wanna hear that whining, just answer the damn question

Why

We ‘bout to show ‘em how it goes down

People playing with me, they must wanna die

The Coalition don’t fuck around, still representing that Southside

We ‘bout to show ‘em how it goes down

Took ‘em from they family, make ‘em wanna cry

K-Rino me never fuck around, yeah