And It Goes Like K-Rino

[Intro: K-Rino]
And it goes like, yeah yeah, come on, come on
And it goes like
Let's have some fun
Watch him

[Verse: K-Rino]
I run up on the stage with urgency
And let my sack hang like skin after a bypass surgery
My arsenal is not accessible
You hate to see me like a fella picking his nose in the car next to you
I’m old school down to the bone
I still hit the booth and read my lines off the paper, not from the phone
I’m not tryna say that your way is wrong
But if somehow your cell crash or it lock up, your lyrics is gone
It’s well known, can’t trick me with them lies, please save it, mane
Before I make your face vanish like I’m David Blaine
What kind of locs you got on, K? Them say they lame
Sound like the stuff you wrote came out a newborn baby’s brain
Better hope I show mercy on your ratchet soul
I’m so cold I snatch the donut and kidnap the hole
I make you feel the impact of the blast
Now you’re salty like the top part of a daiquiri glass
I might bust your gut open and tell you what you ate for dinner
You made a bad transformation like Caitlyn Jenner
You anywhere close to K-Rino, trick please
Ripping MCs, beat knocking like Kenny Smith’s knees
If we jump you, nobody better try and help
So versatile I do a clique song by myself
I’m acting like I don’t hear ya ‘cause I don’t speak to haters
But make me mad, I beat your ass with a sweet potato
When I win, ain’t no friends, I’ma brag instead
And rub it in like cocoa butter on ashy legs
Dinnertime, no beef just pass the bread
I got hair growing inside my head, backwards dreads
Mine against yours, my verse’ll prevail
‘Cause I’ma beat ya to the punch like I was thirsty as hell
Yeah you could of been a legend, you was live in the street
But you peaked early like cheating at hide-and-go-seek
When I pop off, fans on your bandwagon hopped off
Rappers have lost touch like their fingers was chopped off
Quiet as kept, I’ma ghost him when he step
I’m ‘bout to lose it like a team down by 20 with a minute left
Shooting slugs at K ain’t smart, cuz
Like having a baby-mama that’s a child support judge
You wanna act like you standing in knowledge knee-deep
You a fake scholar, you don’t study, you just retweet
Gotta talk straight in case he don’t take hints
Created clever statements until confusion made sense
I’m the true leader; perfect—I don’t need a proofreader
‘Cause I’m tight like ya mama squeezed in a two-seater
Try to jump fly with me, I’ma stand up and jump flier
You gon’ see more foul play than an umpire
I work the late shift when I get the pad and write
I’m not a morning person so like that singer, I’m Gladys Knight
You kept talking and I told ya you should have stopped then
Now you in this mess and can’t get out like you was blocked in
You thought I wouldn’t show, now your face is looking twisted
‘Cause I’ma smoke you all day like I was cooking brisket
I hear your lines and can’t believe that you said this
Sound like you bought ‘em from a teenager on Craigslist
Listening to you, it’s obvious that you fraud as hell
Like dudes who snitch on a regular, it ain’t hard to tell
Row for weeks, I’ma a beast with a spoken piece
I’ma ruin you for life like a broken lease
You just an actor, y’all posing like you really hustle
Thought your name with Dave ‘cause all I ever see you with is Buster’s