Killin’ the Game

Lyrics

[Intro: K-Rino] 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 [Verse 1: 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 17 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 90 straight and still be 90 under 500 [Hook x2: K-Rino] All these toilet paper MCs 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 [Verse 2: 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 that 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 estrogen Manhood in the negative, y'all are less than men Octagon match, un-refereed Bludgeon 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 their mixtape cover, man [Hook x2: K-Rino] All these toilet paper MCs 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 [Verse 3: K-Rino] Let me take you back to childhood for one minute, now think See boys used 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 women's 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 x2: K-Rino] All these toilet paper MCs 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