Heat Branga - K Rino, South Park Coalition

Active genius, creator of the rectangular cipher

South Park liver, ass-whooping giver

Lyrics cold enough to make a fucking snowman shiver

I don’t listen to country soft rock or heavy metal

Rap motherfuckers I take to unimaginable levels

The abductor of fools ridiculous rhyme raper

Confiscating repossessed spirits, sell 'em hoes for paper

If push comes to shove that shove gon' lead to shooting

MCs die like old ass trees I’m uprooting

A contest I suggest not you get split

I battle 5 million sperm in the womb, so you ain’t shit

All that you can do is hate me, your girl can only ride me

I got a microscopic scientist living inside me who guides me

I’m old school to the fullest fool, beatboxing and cuts

Walking internet, so log on K and download these nuts

K-Rino is the motherfucking heat branga

Hard-ass bomb dropper rough beat banger

To yo woman I’m that motherfucking meat a slanga

Hands up if you don’t give a fuck, feel what I’m saying?

My skills are genetic, respected atomic bomber

Training started at 6 months of age by battling my momma

She taught me well (yeah) and every now and then I shook her

She was hard to beat but by the age of 5 I finally took her

Man, I’m tripping but still ripping

Subtract the whole by adding hands to heads multiplying an ass whipping

You’re roasting me, knowing you ain’t nowhere close to me

The organ relocator putting lungs were kidneys supposed to be

Reverse your parts, I put your lips below your waist

Give your mouth a shitty taste and glue your asshole to your face

I rise above petty shit and take a leak on it

Fuck a love song, I play a Dolomite tape and smash the freak on it

So hopefully you might get the flow for me

You’re sweet as potpourri, openly wrecking motherfuckers vocally

You came at me rhyme after rhyme after rhyme

But like Jordan you brought your ass back one too many times

K-Rino is the motherfucking heat branga

Hard-ass bomb dropper rough beat banger

To yo woman I’m that motherfucking meat a slanga

Hands up if you don’t give a fuck, feel what I’m saying?

Stand in your midst, I’m transparent you wonder were I went

Calculus tricking, the metric chemistry experiment

Allows me to vanish, I’m the wrong man to pick out

Lose my mind, bust in the courtroom moonwalkin' with my dick out

No, for sure, K-Rino go hard, I crush one

Like liquor, I’m pouring lyrics out my book before I bust one

Yeah that’s for all the homies that ain’t here to witness

The wizard cerebrally scaring these assholes shitless

Let’s battle for cash, but if you’re broke I’ll take amps

Lamps, credit cards, firstborns and food stamps

Man you’re worse than 700 rude tramps with mood cramps

Recruit rappers then run they asses through lyrical boot camps

Disaster, man fuck living happily ever after

Retire my rap jersey and hang my mic from the rafters

I’m always in a cop’s scope

Like wrestling, landing knee first on bastards from off the top rope

K-Rino is the motherfucking heat branga

Hard-ass bomb dropper rough beat banger

To yo woman I’m that motherfucking meat a slanga

Hands up if you don’t give a fuck, feel what I’m saying?

It’s like that

2002, K-Rino and Ruff Eyque

Yeah, what’s up to my boy Scott Raida

We kill all haters.

SPC,