K-Rino
Sickman
[Intro]
Now you listen to me

[Verse 1: K-Rino]
Now, the second, the Sun Shines upon me
I'm lyrically overcome with the mind of Bundy
Swung with intentions of taking your head from thee
And plunged mics into your chest, setting your lung free
The top of the food chain's where my city rank
Where boys drop metal in your back like a piggy bank
And preferably, the police would rather pepper me
But my collections be stretching from Houston to [?]
Greater you'll never be, I'm ripping incredibly
In record speed and leaving you behind like a legacy
When I come over, I'ma throw a verbal boulder
From my folder that'll blow your mental motor off your shoulders
That'll hold you, now you casted in plastic
Past tense, [?] daiquri sipping-ass trick
Licking the sawed off with the top of the class quick
But I'm past six, slapping the shit out of Brad Pitt (for no reason)

[Verse 2:Godbliss]
Fucking with the last out, like a war back, flashes, and all and blow off your arm. From the Bronx, New York like Lebanon. Pull out the M flash you out of your Escape, get around. If I to a lions den head up the post this is homicide or a mass