Killin' the Game

South Park, Dead End Let's get em, let's get em 5th Ward, 4-4 Let's get em, let's get em Southeast, Southwest Let's get em, let's get em 3rd Ward, Hiram-Clarke Let's get em, let's get em [K-Rino] Question, how did this develop My car my swagger my chain, shut the hell up The one you got, ain't even yours I seen you at the grocery store, mopping the floors You telling lies, by the dozen Boy you ain't no pimp, one of your dancers is your cousin Said you was balling, but you wasn't I ain't never seen your wife, you probably got a husband Your last album, was garbage I listened to it once, it gave my stereo a virus Seventeen songs, every one wack I wouldn't sign you, to an imaginary contract Let me quit playing, and be for real You could pay me a mill, like you was giving me a deal Watch your career plummet You could win nintey straight, and still be ninety under .500 [Hook - 2x] All these toilet paper emcees, is killing the game Sugar water drinking fly cats, killing the game They wanna knock us out the picture, but we still in the frame Slap a hater in the grill, if you feeling the same [K-Rino] Look at how this fool is dancing, oh Lord I can't even say this line right, I'm laughing so hard Your so called hits, you the only one who quote em You got fan letters, but you the one who wrote em They say K you should make a dance song, it might bubble So I made me one up, it's called the beat your ass shuffle Some of y'all, are full of estregen Manhood in the negative, y'all are less than men Octogon match, un-refereed Bludging you, you gon' need somebody to help you bleed The way you rappers turned the game, into a fly fad It's like some dude blowing up a school, and saying my bad And sagging, is so controversial The hood looking like, a damn underwear commercial And if it ain't one scam, it's another Now they photoshopping models, on they mixtape cover man [Hook - 2x] All these toilet paper emcees, is killing the game Sugar water drinking fly cats, killing the game They wanna knock us out the picture, but we still in the frame Slap a hater in the grill, if you feeling the same [K-Rino] Let me take you back to childhood, for one minute now think See boys use to wear blue, and girls wore pink Mohawks use to be hard, (like Mr. T?) certainly Now dudes be getting mohawks, and coloring them burgundy At school you had curls, and pretty shirts with swirls While we was shooting hoops, you played jacks with the girls Little boys shouldn't put on womens clothing, and you know it Hey take this football boy, go outside and throw it Catch it, run jump kick throw a javelin Steal a car or start a fight, do something that's masculine Years later you picked up the mic, uh-oh what's happening I won't make no more songs like this, just promise not to rap again It's impossible, to wear pink thuggishly Don't be surprised, if rappers start rocking pumps publically I'm born, with the characteristics of a G But I can't look at this girl, because this dyke is mean mugging me [Hook - 2x] All these toilet paper emcees, is killing the game Sugar water drinking fly cats, killing the game They wanna knock us out the picture, but we still in the frame Slap a hater in the grill, if you feeling the same