Danger Zone

:[Hook: K-Rino] I’ma have to drop me another motherfucker Since I’m laid back I guess he think I’m a sucker One little, two little biters, now they gone South Park is the motherfucking Danger Zone [K-Rino] On the cool I hang with killers, dope dealers, ex-cap pillers Mercenary murderous maniac mug drillers Street thugs, crazy crews and blood spillers Catastrophical combinations of casket fillers Oh you cracking, cranking up all this drama Cool, somebody go pick him up and go call his mama ’86 ‘cause I ain’t joking, I break tricks When it comes to bullets I'm like that singing group, so come 'Take 6' Yo, happy birthday to you ‘Cause I’m about to run revolution through you I’m coming out to buck them like Rambo, my damn fool I’ll slam yo ass hard ‘cause I am your worse nightmare I might square you off solid, take the last dollar out your wallet Peace to Louis Farrakhan and Brother Khalid Ain’t no depressing this solid savage life decimate Cops steady arresting this mean massacre specialist I’m free stroking, man you think I’m joking Out of ten next to break in I’m leaving twenty of ‘em broken When I’m chasing ‘em, I get hyper when I’m racing them It’s like ice cream and milk on some legs when I’m tasting them Boom! I came out the womb to cause doom Had to leave the Universe ‘cause there wasn’t enough room For my brain to think, I’ma hit him with a fast shank Let him drop, I fill him up like a gas tank [Hook: K-Rino] I’ma have to drop me another motherfucker Since I’m laid back I guess he think I’m a sucker One little, two little biters, now they gone South Park is the motherfucking Danger Zone [K-Rino] I got styles sharp as the guillotine, you panic until I walk Come witness wizardry from this killer hawk Lyricist, K-Rino in effect, my deepness not proven yet Teleport the heaviest objects, cause wreck while not moving yet Stand back ‘cause I don’t feel like crushing your style today You missed with the gun to my head but I hit you from a mile away Lock him up in a room where struggling MCs caught him up in a breeze Like killer bees, how the hell did he freeze, it’s damn near 130 degrees I’m venomous like a snake but I don’t rattle like the rest of them A silencer vocally causing explosions in the chest of them Where’s my book? Who the hell took my book? I’ll leave them in stitches I’ll leave them in ditches, punk-ass hoes be falling down like London Bridges See my clique, no it’s not a game but we’ll gang up quick See if you want to bang, throw them thangs up tricks Let gangsters be gangsters, but we ain’t the ones ‘Cause gangsters ain’t the only people who pack the guns See NIP got the clip, Point Blank got the shank Cat pulled a gat, Dope-E drove a tank Egypt E made ‘em flee, DBX broke they necks A.C. Chill pass the drill, Ruff Eyeque got the tecks My vocals fast, outrunning the lyrics, you stuck in the past, I hung ‘em at last Our rap blast left him mentally trash with his tongue in a cast I flow, ain’t nobody wrecking K-Rino So grab your heart and tell Elizabeth you’re coming to join her, ho [Hook: K-Rino] I’ma have to drop me another motherfucker Since I’m laid back I guess he think I’m a sucker One little, two little biters, now they gone South Park is the motherfucking Danger Zone