Worst Rapper Alive - K Rino

Yeah, y’all wanna know who I am?

I’m bout to tell y’all who I am

I’m the, worst rapper alive yo

When they see me hit the corner, they be running like I’m 5−0

No chance for survival

Any man come test left dead on arrival

I murder fools in exhausting ways, it starts with a arson blaze

No caution I shorten days, stand over graves and rip till I make coffins raise

A dark haze covers my noggin, K often praise

Spark and raise a light that reach the red planet where the Martians stay

Then I cast a verbal spell, flowing

Y’all ain’t knowing on the microphone I go deep like Terrell Owens

Vegitablize ya from the chin up, I torture you rappers

I shave the hair off of your head and braid your skin up

I’m part cyanide and part venom

I got jars in my kitchen cabinet that look empty but there’s really thoughts in

'em

Witness my plan, you’ll understand I’m a sinister man

Jumped off a two foot brick and it took me ten minutes to land

The beats I own, hit and pound domes

My mind’s expansive, I got workers on my brain now building town homes

I leave your defence delinquent and ultrasound showed how I seen frequent

In the unborn embryo’s dream sequence

I’m the words in the sky, like cannabis smoke

A unanimous vote so I could slander his quote, slice his neck and hand him his

throat

I roll with facts, give me a pen and that’s all she wrote

Control the axis of million men with a small remote

I spit the best, pass my book and I’m a instant threat

I speak to life forms that ain’t even in existence yet

The phraseologist, bring bastards to me

One verse takes you from illiteracy to a master’s degree

They be fearing this, rain haemorrhaged way before they be hearing this

I take pride in giving your spirit an out of body experience

Deliberately delivering DNA to a cynical feminist

Stood mirrorless gazed at brick walls and seen physical images

My flow is a mixture of a seven figure body counting a bible scripture

Future predictor, with wicked riches in my baby pictures

When I burst out, pull your hearse out

If you bite.

I’ll punch a hole in your stomach, reach in and snatch my verse out

I’m offing you with the hand and eye quickness of a stenographer

Worked part time at a cosmos as a fly ghost photographer

Go to war with ya, a thousand horses couldn’t drag me off of ya

Too raw for ya, that’s why you on my wood just like carpenter

My metamorphosis took place, and the death toll started soaring to

New heights I was awarded for, steady outscoring the coroner

According to the majority, I’m the aura that gives more to ya

Remarkable flame talker, please stop me if I’m boring ya

I spit my flow with precision, if I get you in the chin I’m flooring ya

Hit quick whenever tricks get ignant, like liquid I’m pouring ya

I bu-buck, now you don’t want that it ain’t no tomorrow for

To knock me out the pocket, it’s gon' take a hundred more of ya yeah