Firing Squad K-Rino (Ft. South Park Coalition)

[Verse 1, Klondike Kat]
Them killers I’m send ‘em, murder coming with ‘em
Sixteen deadly venoms [?] when I hit ‘em
Twenty ni**as die when I loose-leaf and pen ‘em
Spirits die too when I Bruce Lee and end ‘em
My firing squad hard, ya ni**as we don’t [?]
Your body get burnt, charred, you’re screaming “Oh Lord”
Hit ‘em with the cannon, they existed no more
Nuclear bombs, no ceiling, no floors
Body count more when the horror [?]
More than the [?], f*ck a folklore
F*ck a front door, blood we want more
Half the world dance ’til I want a encore
You ni**as ain’t ready, my [?] heavy
Burst like confetti when I swing my machete
Then I’ma let ‘em loose, a hundred mad yetis
And level mo’ sh*t than a New Orleans levee

[Verse 2, K-Rino]
Everybody know my mind so gone
It’s known every line so strong
People wanna know why I grind so long
Dammit, I’m a shooter with a blindfold on
Tryna beef with me, these emcees ain’t even on my frequency
SPC killers are increasingly more beastly
Wannabe Gs wouldn’t last one week with me
When I turn my mic on and shocked on it
When I’m through speaking a beat, got knots on it
I’m dropping soul pain, it’s hot in your brain
I snatch your collarbone off like a gold chain
I smoke lots of fellas like mozzarella
Whether killin’ a instrumental or it’s a cappella
You're not better plus your whole block is yellow
By the way, his wife’s a widow, I forgot to tell her
The things my pen do I teach in ten schools
Harder than a drunk dude tryna do a spin move
Every month, day, hour and minute I improve
You brand new to having some hype, I been cool
I’m starving and looking at you with a Ginsu
But ten fools talking sh*t on a menu
I set bombs off to explode in a venue
And sick rhyme serial killers on kin too