Worst Rapper Alive Lyrics
| Song | Worst Rapper Alive |
| Artist | K-Rino |
| Album | Worst Rapper Alive |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : K Rino | |
| (talking) | |
| Yeah, y'all wanna know who I am | |
| I'm bout to tell y'all who I am | |
| I'm the, worst rapper alive yo | |
| When they see me hit the corner, they be running like I'm 5-0 | |
| No chance, for survival | |
| Any man come test, left dead on arrival | |
| I murder fools in exhausted ways, it starts with a arson blaze | |
| No caution I shorten days, stand over graves and rip till I make coffins raise | |
| A dark haze covers my noggin, cause chaos imprays | |
| Spark and raise a light, that reach the red planet where the martians stay | |
| Then I cast a verbal spell, flowing | |
| Y'all ain't knowing on the microphone, I go deep like Terrell Owens | |
| Vestibilize ya, from the chin up | |
| I torture you rappers, I shave the hair off of your head and braid your skin up | |
| I'm part sionide, I'm part venom | |
| I got jars in my kitchen cabinet that look empty, but it's really thoughts in em | |
| Witness my plan, you'll understand I'm a sinister man | |
| Jumped off a two foot brick, and it took me ten minutes to land | |
| The beats I own, hit and pound domes | |
| My mind's expansive, I got workers on my brain now building town homes | |
| I leave your defense delinquent, and ultrasound showed how I seen frequent | |
| The unborn embryos, dream sequence | |
| I'm the, worst rapper alive yo | |
| When they see me hit the corner, they be running like I'm 5-0 | |
| No chance, for survival | |
| Any man come test, left dead on arrival | |
| I'm the words in the sky, like cannibus smoke | |
| A unanimous vote I could slander his quote, slice his neck and hand him his throat | |
| I roll with facts, give me a pen and that's all she wrote | |
| Control the axis of million men, with a small remote | |
| I spit the best, pass my book and I'm a instant threat | |
| I speak to life forms, that ain't even in existence yet | |
| The phrase-ologist, bring bastards to me | |
| One verse takes you from illiteracy, to a master's degree | |
| They be fearing this, rain hemeriged way before they be hearing this | |
| I take pride in give me this, spirit of out of body experience | |
| Dilliberately deliver a DNA, to a cynical feminist | |
| Stood mirror-less gazed at brick walls, and seen physical images | |
| My flow is a mixture of a seven figure body, counting a bible scripture | |
| Future predictor, with wicked riches in my baby pictures | |
| When I first out, pull your hearse out | |
| If you bite I'll punch a hole in your stomach, reach in and pull my verse out | |
| I'm the, worst rapper alive yo | |
| When they see me hit the corner, they be running like I'm 5-0 | |
| No chance, for survival | |
| Any man come test, left dead on arrival | |
| I'm off of you with the hand and I, quickness of a stenographer | |
| Worked part time at a cosmos, to the fly ghost photographer | |
| Go to war with ya, a thousand horses couldn't drag me off of ya | |
| Too raw for ya, that's why you on my wood just like carpenter | |
| My metomorphesis took place, and the death toll started soaring to | |
| New heights I was awarded for, steady outscoring the coroner | |
| According to the majority, I'm the order that gives more to ya | |
| Remarkable flame talker, please stop me if I'm boring ya | |
| I spit my flow with precision, if I get you in the chin I'm flooring ya | |
| Hit quick whenever tricks get ignant, like liquid I'm pouring ya | |
| I bu-buck, now you don't want that it ain't no tomorrow for | |
| To knock me out the pocket, it's gon take a hundred more of ya yeah | |
| I'm the, worst rapper alive yo | |
| When they see me hit the corner, they be running like I'm 5-0 | |
| No chance, for survival | |
| Any man come test, left dead on arrival | |
| I'm the, worst rapper alive yo | |
| When they see me hit the corner, they be running like I'm 5-0 | |
| No chance, for survival | |
| Any man come test, left dead on arrival |
| zuo qu : K Rino | |
| talking | |
| Yeah, y' all wanna know who I am | |
| I' m bout to tell y' all who I am | |
| I' m the, worst rapper alive yo | |
| When they see me hit the corner, they be running like I' m 50 | |
| No chance, for survival | |
| Any man come test, left dead on arrival | |
| I murder fools in exhausted ways, it starts with a arson blaze | |
| No caution I shorten days, stand over graves and rip till I make coffins raise | |
| A dark haze covers my noggin, cause chaos imprays | |
| Spark and raise a light, that reach the red planet where the martians stay | |
| Then I cast a verbal spell, flowing | |
| Y' all ain' t knowing on the microphone, I go deep like Terrell Owens | |
| Vestibilize ya, from the chin up | |
| I torture you rappers, I shave the hair off of your head and braid your skin up | |
| I' m part sionide, I' m part venom | |
| I got jars in my kitchen cabinet that look empty, but it' s really thoughts in em | |
| Witness my plan, you' ll understand I' m a sinister man | |
| Jumped off a two foot brick, and it took me ten minutes to land | |
| The beats I own, hit and pound domes | |
| My mind' s expansive, I got workers on my brain now building town homes | |
| I leave your defense delinquent, and ultrasound showed how I seen frequent | |
| The unborn embryos, dream sequence | |
| I' m the, worst rapper alive yo | |
| When they see me hit the corner, they be running like I' m 50 | |
| No chance, for survival | |
| Any man come test, left dead on arrival | |
| I' m the words in the sky, like cannibus smoke | |
| A unanimous vote I could slander his quote, slice his neck and hand him his throat | |
| I roll with facts, give me a pen and that' s all she wrote | |
| Control the axis of million men, with a small remote | |
| I spit the best, pass my book and I' m a instant threat | |
| I speak to life forms, that ain' t even in existence yet | |
| The phraseologist, bring bastards to me | |
| One verse takes you from illiteracy, to a master' s degree | |
| They be fearing this, rain hemeriged way before they be hearing this | |
| I take pride in give me this, spirit of out of body experience | |
| Dilliberately deliver a DNA, to a cynical feminist | |
| Stood mirrorless gazed at brick walls, and seen physical images | |
| My flow is a mixture of a seven figure body, counting a bible scripture | |
| Future predictor, with wicked riches in my baby pictures | |
| When I first out, pull your hearse out | |
| If you bite I' ll punch a hole in your stomach, reach in and pull my verse out | |
| I' m the, worst rapper alive yo | |
| When they see me hit the corner, they be running like I' m 50 | |
| No chance, for survival | |
| Any man come test, left dead on arrival | |
| I' m off of you with the hand and I, quickness of a stenographer | |
| Worked part time at a cosmos, to the fly ghost photographer | |
| Go to war with ya, a thousand horses couldn' t drag me off of ya | |
| Too raw for ya, that' s why you on my wood just like carpenter | |
| My metomorphesis took place, and the death toll started soaring to | |
| New heights I was awarded for, steady outscoring the coroner | |
| According to the majority, I' m the order that gives more to ya | |
| Remarkable flame talker, please stop me if I' m boring ya | |
| I spit my flow with precision, if I get you in the chin I' m flooring ya | |
| Hit quick whenever tricks get ignant, like liquid I' m pouring ya | |
| I bubuck, now you don' t want that it ain' t no tomorrow for | |
| To knock me out the pocket, it' s gon take a hundred more of ya yeah | |
| I' m the, worst rapper alive yo | |
| When they see me hit the corner, they be running like I' m 50 | |
| No chance, for survival | |
| Any man come test, left dead on arrival | |
| I' m the, worst rapper alive yo | |
| When they see me hit the corner, they be running like I' m 50 | |
| No chance, for survival | |
| Any man come test, left dead on arrival |
| zuò qǔ : K Rino | |
| talking | |
| Yeah, y' all wanna know who I am | |
| I' m bout to tell y' all who I am | |
| I' m the, worst rapper alive yo | |
| When they see me hit the corner, they be running like I' m 50 | |
| No chance, for survival | |
| Any man come test, left dead on arrival | |
| I murder fools in exhausted ways, it starts with a arson blaze | |
| No caution I shorten days, stand over graves and rip till I make coffins raise | |
| A dark haze covers my noggin, cause chaos imprays | |
| Spark and raise a light, that reach the red planet where the martians stay | |
| Then I cast a verbal spell, flowing | |
| Y' all ain' t knowing on the microphone, I go deep like Terrell Owens | |
| Vestibilize ya, from the chin up | |
| I torture you rappers, I shave the hair off of your head and braid your skin up | |
| I' m part sionide, I' m part venom | |
| I got jars in my kitchen cabinet that look empty, but it' s really thoughts in em | |
| Witness my plan, you' ll understand I' m a sinister man | |
| Jumped off a two foot brick, and it took me ten minutes to land | |
| The beats I own, hit and pound domes | |
| My mind' s expansive, I got workers on my brain now building town homes | |
| I leave your defense delinquent, and ultrasound showed how I seen frequent | |
| The unborn embryos, dream sequence | |
| I' m the, worst rapper alive yo | |
| When they see me hit the corner, they be running like I' m 50 | |
| No chance, for survival | |
| Any man come test, left dead on arrival | |
| I' m the words in the sky, like cannibus smoke | |
| A unanimous vote I could slander his quote, slice his neck and hand him his throat | |
| I roll with facts, give me a pen and that' s all she wrote | |
| Control the axis of million men, with a small remote | |
| I spit the best, pass my book and I' m a instant threat | |
| I speak to life forms, that ain' t even in existence yet | |
| The phraseologist, bring bastards to me | |
| One verse takes you from illiteracy, to a master' s degree | |
| They be fearing this, rain hemeriged way before they be hearing this | |
| I take pride in give me this, spirit of out of body experience | |
| Dilliberately deliver a DNA, to a cynical feminist | |
| Stood mirrorless gazed at brick walls, and seen physical images | |
| My flow is a mixture of a seven figure body, counting a bible scripture | |
| Future predictor, with wicked riches in my baby pictures | |
| When I first out, pull your hearse out | |
| If you bite I' ll punch a hole in your stomach, reach in and pull my verse out | |
| I' m the, worst rapper alive yo | |
| When they see me hit the corner, they be running like I' m 50 | |
| No chance, for survival | |
| Any man come test, left dead on arrival | |
| I' m off of you with the hand and I, quickness of a stenographer | |
| Worked part time at a cosmos, to the fly ghost photographer | |
| Go to war with ya, a thousand horses couldn' t drag me off of ya | |
| Too raw for ya, that' s why you on my wood just like carpenter | |
| My metomorphesis took place, and the death toll started soaring to | |
| New heights I was awarded for, steady outscoring the coroner | |
| According to the majority, I' m the order that gives more to ya | |
| Remarkable flame talker, please stop me if I' m boring ya | |
| I spit my flow with precision, if I get you in the chin I' m flooring ya | |
| Hit quick whenever tricks get ignant, like liquid I' m pouring ya | |
| I bubuck, now you don' t want that it ain' t no tomorrow for | |
| To knock me out the pocket, it' s gon take a hundred more of ya yeah | |
| I' m the, worst rapper alive yo | |
| When they see me hit the corner, they be running like I' m 50 | |
| No chance, for survival | |
| Any man come test, left dead on arrival | |
| I' m the, worst rapper alive yo | |
| When they see me hit the corner, they be running like I' m 50 | |
| No chance, for survival | |
| Any man come test, left dead on arrival |
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