Ya’ll Can’t - K Rino

Yeah, I want all y’all to line up, I’ll tell y’all something

Stepping to me like y’all can get some

Teach you motherfuckers a lesson, uh

This how we do it in South Park and H-Town

Let me tell y’all something, man

Y’all can’t fuck with Point Blank and DBX

A.C. Chill, can’t forget about J-Flex

Rhyme Felon, Murder One and K. O

Ganksta NIP, Klondike Kat, PSK and K-Rino, uh

Y’all can’t fuck with Dope-E and Ruff Eyque

Texas Tech, Greek and Catch-22

Street Military, X-Man and Egypt-E

Brain Dead, Rapper K, Ice Lord and T. P

Y’all can’t fuck with Lame Bang and C-Rock

20−2-Life, D-One and Big Doc

Aftermath, Soul Provider and Big D

Grym Shadow, Ikeman, Volero, Se7en and G. T

Y’all can’t fuck with K-Water, Victor Slick

Shadow Mob, all the Screwed Up Clique

Big Tyme Records, Wicked Crickett and Kuwait

Before you step you better ave your shit straight

Man, I’m a time traveler, I might be in the past looking

We got new technology, I’ll email you an ass whooping

I stand up and call a man’s bluff

Amputated his arm but still managed to put him in some handcuffs

A rapper thought he had me killed

I came out of the casket blasting 'cause I left him 20 shots in my will

Getting steel, you must not be in your right mind

You need to let your wife rhyme while you sit at home looking at Lifetime

I fucked your grandmother’s daughter

You ought to try giving your rhymes by aerial, flows might get harder

When I speak, let it be known you up that creek without a paddle

Man, picture me shadowboxing with another motherfucker’s shadow

You wanted to follow me, so let’s go

Your ass couldn’t bus a rhyme if you put one on the metro

Fool you so weak it’s hard to sum up

You could be on your back with a freak riding you and you still couldn’t come up

Y’all can’t fuck with a sharp killer with a strong mind

That’ll make you draw out your own chalk line

Don’t give a damn about how many partners you bring

Me and my Black Book by itself, that’s a two man game

Y’all can’t fuck with ammunition that won’t miss you

And I ain’t got to make an underground to diss you

The header banger, weak ass MC hanger

Rip a show and leave with your old lady if you bring her, fool

Ain’t no escape from your tragic fate

You locked your doors, thought you was safe but I was hiding in your chest plate

You want my skill but you ain’t there yet

Feel like I’ll never lose my nuts but if I do I’ve got a spare set

Words I lease 'em, while victories I increase 'em

In my bed, it’s me, your girl and my folder having a threesome

I get tipped u like tricks do dancers at strip clubs

His mouth’s slick 'cause I ripped off the part where his lip was

I plant the best seed, whenever I read the rest heave

Sink my teeth in lady MCs and breast feed until their chests bleed

I invented and represented a forensic rhyme clinic

Fool, your life is like a cellphone and you just used up all your minutes

See I’m a psychic and I don’t play ho

I slapped your ass before you spoke 'cause I knew what you was about to say, ho

There words you say ain’t effecting K

Your rhymes turn me off worse than your lady wearing her negligee

Y’all can’t fuck with a flow that’ll slap your face south

Swing at your mouth and knock the taste out

The Southsider that never bored shit

Eliminating frauds and still dropping that hard shit

Knocked up your girl and left her perm bent

The baby came out of her hair so that tells you where the sperm went

Smashing scary men, I’m mashing every win

My alter ego beat the hell out of your imaginary friend

When I blend my style send a shock wave to your dome, sinner

Treat your girl like a bank and deposit my bone in her

Uncovering, opening gashes in cerebellums, I’m loving

You got as much chance against me as a Popsicle in an oven

Man, I’m tired of all of y’all showboating and high capping

You spit so much shit I thought your asshole was rapping

In the game you came soft so I’m squaring the game off

I might not be off the chain but I’ll snatch your chain off

I’m the only one you’ll see in the crowd

I’m already underground so when I die bury me in a cloud

My skill’s sharper, battle my words like old vodka

Flows tighter than some size 2 panties on Nicki Parker

Y’all can’t fuck with the South Park Coalition

One rhyme against a tonne of ammunition, ho

I blast tricks with agg words, fuck a gun

Got your old lady bobbing her head in more ways than one

Y’all can’t fuck with a flow that will leave your head swimming

Turning dikes back into real women

Coming with skill while you coming like hoes

K-Rino and SPC, partner, the H-Town pro’s

Let me give a shout out to the whole South Texas

Louisiana, Alabama, Mississippi

Georgia, everybody, K-Rino, uh