Blast On Um

[K-Rino:]

Yeah

Blast On Um

[Verse 1:]

I heard your album and although it's far from brilliant

I'm a give you a ten out of a possible million

Beating K-Rino, wassup, who jumping on that?

A damn midget got a better chance of dunking on Shaq

These counterfeiters getting slaned by vernacular

Daily I'm producing more bars than a soap manufacture

Put me on the mic I win wars

Fuck over you like I was having sex with my wife in apartment upstairs from yours

They goin hunt for you like Red October

I stood on the same side of the street for five weeks, cause I ain't wanna crossover

You say you make hits, H.I.T.S. let's see

Put the S in front of the H that's what it sound like to me

You took a calis-tropical L and it's time to pay up

And I ain't gotta dunk I'll break the backboard doing a lay-up

And you goin pay me what'cha owe me

And I ain't whooping with a switch I beat his ass with the whole tree

[Hook: K-Rino]

Blast On Um

Forget his wife and his kids

Just verbally execute him for that shit that he did

And blast on um, uh

Just think homicide

Even after he apologize he don't let him slide

Blast on um, yeah

Before you could blink

I'll poison your mind and make you sick whenever you think

Blast on um

Hit em with dangerous words

That run for miles cause they contain a flight range of a bird

[Verse 2:]

We look at you as trash (yeah)

Your an imitation of the rapper who is imitating the one-hit wonder from last year

I can't believe that these fools done built up the gumption

Your rhymes softer than a fool with a reptile dysfunction

The last rhyme I heard you say (wassup) I just couldn't follow it

My stomach cramped up when you said it because I'm wackflows intolerant

The truest, fool you got sliced up and you knew it

Your style is so basic and easy a caveman wouldn't do it

Stop lying; your whole persona's built off part of mine

A bootlegger heard yo shit and said this is where I draw the line

You been trying to analyze me like you K's psychiatrist

You must want a foot in yo ass like a gay podiatrist

See my raps are Venus flat trap, I unfolded

And clatter plot your soul across the spiritual threshold

Till they know you faker than a deal though

I call you 30 seconds cause you the commercial shit that interrupts the real show

[K-Water:]

Got damn!

Look what you made me do, muthafucka

I told yo ass to shut the fuck up and guess what's coming to ya!

But nah

You wanna open up yo MUTHAFUCKING MOUTH!

So I'm a stick this pitbull on ya

K-Rino where you at?

[Hook: K-Rino]

[Verse 3:]

The only way that you can drop a tight CD you clown

Is if you pick one of mine up and let it fall to the ground

Don't get mad because your mind can't follow me

That's like expecting a 92 cellular to have iPhone technology

Hit you with every deadly word I know and set a murder flow

That stagich you worse that a wino invertigo

When you step into my zone it gets hot

You in the wrong space like an able-bodied person parked in a handicapped spot

Now when I see you, I ain't talking a pant in ya lame ass

Like a college student in the fifth grader we ain't in the same class

Like a young trick in love I'm turning the game out

The best case scenario is if you blow your brains out

They call me the paper stacker, with a trunk full of ends

They call you a pain in the ass like a punk in the pen

And with K-Rino, places you would integration

You get took out like bad kidneys and transplant patients

[Hook: K-Rino]