Killin’ the Game - K Rino

South Park, Dead End*

Let’s get em, let’s get em

Fifth Ward, Fo-Fo

Let’s get em, let’s get em

Southeast, Southwest

Let’s get em, let’s get em

Third Ward, Park

Let’s get em, let’s get em

Uh

Question, how did this developed?

«My car, my swagger, my chain"shut the hell up! (c'mon)

The one you got it even yours

I seen you at the grocery store mopping the floors (sure did)

You telling lies by the dozen

Boy you ain’t no pimp one of your dancers is yo cousin

Said you was balling but you wasn’t

I ain’t never seen ya wife, ya probably got a husband

Ya last album was garbage

I listen to it once it gave my stereo a virus

Seventeen songs everyone wack

I wouldn’t sign you to an imaginary contract (ha)

Let me quit playing and be foreal

You can pay me a meal like you was giving me a deal

What’cha career plumb it

You can goin ninety straight and still beat ninety after five-hundred

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

All these toilet-paper emcees is killing the game

Sugar-water drinking fly cats killing the game

Wanna knock us out the picture but we still in the frame

Slap a hater in the grill if you feeling the same

Look at how this fool is dancing, Oh Lawd

I can’t even say this line right, I’m laughing so hard

Your so-called hits, your the only one that told em

You got fan letters, but you the one who wrote em

They said K you should make a dance song it might bubble

So I made me one up it’s called the Beat’cho Ass Shuffle (that's wassup)

Some of y’all are full of estrogen

Manhood in the negative y’all are less than men

After gun match un-referee bulging you

You goin need somebody to help you bleed

The way you rappers turn the game into a fly fad

It’s like some dude blowing up a school and saying 'my bad'

And saggin is so controversial

The hood looking like a damn underwear commercial

And if it ain’t one scam it’s another

Now they photo shopping models on they mixtape covers, man

Let me take you back to childhood for one minute now think (ok)

See boys used to wear blue and girls wore pink (that's right)

Mohawks used 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 were shooting hoops you playing jacks with the girls

Little boys shouldn’t put on women’s clothing and you know it

«Hey, take this football boy, go outside, throw it

Catch it, run, jump, kick, throw a javelin

Still a car, 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 a pink thuggishly

Don’t be surprised if rappers start rocking pumps publicly

I’m born with the characteristics of a G

But I can’t look at this girl because this dike is mean-muggin me