[Intro: Dope-E]
Case number 543027: K-Rino versus the United States of America. Your Honor, we cannot fall victim to this man's preposterous claim that our fine American system is to blame for his negative actions. We the prosecution demand that K-Rino serve life in prison
[Verse 1: K-Rino]
Y'all couldn't tame me, so you stain me
You set me up, so if I blow up your fucking car, don't blame me
From the city to the county to the state pen
To the middle ward with all of the great men
Charles Manson and et cetera
Malicious manipulated miraculous mass murderer
Hard luck was born around me
Social setbacks, financial depression mentally drowns me
I had a dream a cop tried to follow me
Pulled out a gun full of bullets and made him swallow three
Backup came, I shot a 50 in a clutch
Getting hit by 49, I must be losing my touch
Woke up sweating with the premonition
He's a shark and my blade's a hook, time to do some ho fishing
If I go to the White House, I'm willing to bet with no sweat
I could feel my motherfucking neck
Why work at Jack in the Box
When I can make a grand a day just by packing the rocks
Keep popping the shit you talk
I'll drive a truck in that asshole quick, then parallel park
You developed these mean streets
Just to keep my black face on back of the green sheet
On Friday the 13th I rest myself
'Cause I'm dropping motherfuckers on Thursday the 12th
That's why I SLIP
Case number 543027: K-Rino versus the United States of America. Your Honor, we cannot fall victim to this man's preposterous claim that our fine American system is to blame for his negative actions. We the prosecution demand that K-Rino serve life in prison
[Verse 1: K-Rino]
Y'all couldn't tame me, so you stain me
You set me up, so if I blow up your fucking car, don't blame me
From the city to the county to the state pen
To the middle ward with all of the great men
Charles Manson and et cetera
Malicious manipulated miraculous mass murderer
Hard luck was born around me
Social setbacks, financial depression mentally drowns me
I had a dream a cop tried to follow me
Pulled out a gun full of bullets and made him swallow three
Backup came, I shot a 50 in a clutch
Getting hit by 49, I must be losing my touch
Woke up sweating with the premonition
He's a shark and my blade's a hook, time to do some ho fishing
If I go to the White House, I'm willing to bet with no sweat
I could feel my motherfucking neck
Why work at Jack in the Box
When I can make a grand a day just by packing the rocks
Keep popping the shit you talk
I'll drive a truck in that asshole quick, then parallel park
You developed these mean streets
Just to keep my black face on back of the green sheet
On Friday the 13th I rest myself
'Cause I'm dropping motherfuckers on Thursday the 12th
That's why I SLIP
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