Ya’ll Can’t

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, I want all y'all to line up, I'll tell y'all something Stepping to me like y'all can get some Teach you motherfuckers a lesson, uh This how we do it in South Park and H-Town Let me tell y'all something, man [Chorus] Y'all can't fuck with Point Blank and DBX A.C. Chill, can't forget about J-Flex Rhyme Felon, Murder One and K.O Ganksta NIP, Klondike Kat, PSK and K-Rino, uh Y'all can't fuck with Dope-E and Ruff Eyque Texas Tech, Greek and Catch-22 Street Military, X-Man and Egypt-E Brain Dead, Rapper K, Ice Lord and T.P Y'all can't fuck with Lame Bang and C-Rock 20-2-Life, D-One and Big Doc Aftermath, Soul Provider, Big D Grym Shadow, Ikeman, Volero, Se7en and G.T Y'all can't fuck with K-Water, Victor Slick Shadow Mob, all the Screwed Up Clique BigTyme Recordz, Wicked Crickett and Kuwait Before you step you better have ave your shit straight [Verse 1] Man, I'm a time traveler, I might be in the past looking We got new technology, I'll email you an ass whooping I stand up and call a man's bluff Amputated his arm but still managed to put him in some handcuffs A rapper thought he had me killed Came out of the casket blasting 'cause I left him twenty shots in my will Getting steel, you must not be in your right mind You need to let your wife rhyme while you sit at home looking at Lifetime I fucked your grandmother's daughter You ought to try giving your rhymes by aerial, flows might get harder When I speak, let it be known you up that creek without a paddle Man, picture me shadowboxing with another motherfucker's shadow Wanted to follow me, so let's go Your ass couldn't bus a rhyme if you put one on the metro Fool you so weak it's hard to sum up You could be on your back with a freak riding you and you still couldn't come up [Chorus] Y'all can't fuck with a sharp killer with a strong mind That'll make you draw out your own chalk line Don't give a damn about how many partners you bring Me and my Black Book by itself, that's a two man game, for sure Y'all can't fuck with ammunition that won't miss you And I ain't got to make an underground to diss you The header banger, weak ass MC hanger Rip a show and leave with your old lady if you bring her, fool [Verse 2] Ain't no escape from your tragic fate You locked your doors, thought you was safe but I was hiding in your chest plate You want my skill but you ain't there yet Feel like I'll never lose my nuts but if I do I've got a spare set Words I lease 'em, while victories I increase 'em In a bed, it's me, your girl and my folder having a threesome I get tipped up like tricks do dancers at strip clubs His mouth's slick 'cause I ripped off the part where his lip was I plant the best seed, whenever I read the rest heave Sink my teeth in lady MCs and breast feed until their chests bleed I invented and represented a forensic rhyme clinic Fool, your life is like a cellphone and you just used up all your minutes See I'm a psychic and I don't play, ho I slapped your ass before you spoke 'cause I knew what you was about to say, ho There words you say ain't effecting K Your rhymes turn me off worse than your lady wearing her negligee [Chorus] Y'all can't fuck with a flow that'll slap your face south Swing at your mouth and knock the taste out The Southsider that never bored shit Eliminating frauds and still dropping that hard shit [Verse 3] Knocked up your girl and left her perm bent The baby came out of her hair so that tells you where the sperm went Smashing scary men, I'm mashing every win My alter ego beat the hell out of your imaginary friend When I blend my style send a shock wave to your dome, sinner Treat your girl like a bank and deposit my bone in her Uncovering, opening gashes in cerebellums, I'm loving You got as much chance against me as a Popsicle in an oven Man, I'm tired of all of y'all showboating and high capping You spit so much shit I thought your asshole was rapping In the game you came soft so I'm squaring the game off I might not be off the chain but I'll snatch your chain off I'm the only one you'll see in the crowd I'm already underground so when I die bury me in a cloud My skill's sharper, battle my words like old vodka Flows tighter than some size 2 panties on Nicki Parker, uh [Chorus] Y'all can't fuck with the South Park Coalition One rhyme against a tonne of ammunition, ho I blast tricks with agg words, fuck a gun Got your old lady bobbing her head in more ways than one Y'all can't fuck with a flow that will leave your head swimming Turning dikes back into real women, uh Coming with skill while you coming like hoes K-Rino and SPC, partner, the H-Town pro's [Outro] Let me give a shout out to the whole South Texas Louisiana, Alabama, Mississippi Georgia, everybody, K-Rino, uh