K-Rino - Fuck Da Radio lyrics
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[K Rino talking] Yeah I'm 'bout to do this for everybody that wanted to do it but was scared to it No love for the radio Yeah- K Rino- check it out [Verse 1] Let me say fuck Jay Mac, the cum drankin' sucker Dick ridin', balloon head faggot motherfucker You don't understand who you fuckin' with bastard I'll bump yo' ass off and then piss up in yo' casket This is for you hoe - it's war, know what I mean? And anybody else that wanna step up on your team I said squash the shit - to side talk with Nazis You done sat yo' naked ass up in a pot of hot grease Tryna diss the Muslims, now you need protection Should of kicked ya ass for high capping at connections You don't wanna step to me bitch - you wouldn't last I'd knock ya out and put a mini-skirt on your feminen ass Bumping your gums but you bump 'em too much Don't be thinkin' 'cause you on that radio you can't get touched - trick Should of let that shit die - now it's real serious I forgot that's how girls be actin' on they period Is it Jay Mac or Gay Mac? people wanna know Talk that shit, I'll leave your punk ass and bent off for sho' Lock him up in a room full of punks and roll You need a dick up in yo' mouth to match that one that's in yo' ass hole - TRICK [Chorus] Time to let them haters know (time to let them haters know) Aint got no love for the radio (aint got no love for the radio) Time to let them bitches see (time to let them bitches see) Y'all stepped outta line when you fuck with me (y'all stepped outta line when you fuck with me) [Verse 2] When K Rino wrecks I leave Madd Hatta scared to go next I'll pull ya panties down and let your crowd look at your cotex I'm bringin' drama to the highest degree When some real shit be going down the laws be calling me If you got a girl hoe I be quick to deceive I'll be all up in her head like a a motherfuckin weave When I blast hard rhymes fast Hatta better pass I ain't gotta bring my partners hoe, I know some dyke's that'll beat your ass On 'Madd Hater' both these hands be put I'm 'bout to formerly introduce yo' ass to my foot Boy I'll run up in yo' house while your family beg Beat up yo' punk ass and make your mamma fry me some eggs It's K Rino, talkin hoe - Madd Hatta you better fear 2 seconds of me will have you shittin' bullets for a year Ooooh damn, is that your face or a halloween mask? K Rino will knock the shit out of your gorrilla lookin' ass How the biggest hater always claiming he getting hated Can't be faded, fakers and foes eliminated Roll up on your ass in a hauled out Caddie Fuck Jay Mac and Madd Hatta - his baby daddy Fuck the radio Fuck the radio Fuck the radio Fuck the radio Fuck the radio Fuck the radio Fuck the radio Fuck the radio Fuck the radio [Chorus] Time to let them haters know (time to let them haters know) Aint got no love for the radio (aint got no love for the radio) Time to let them bitches see (time to let them bitches see) Y'all stepped outta line when you fuck with me (y'all stepped outta line when you fuck with K Rino) [Verse 3] I don't give a damn, fuck radio play Same old shit 15 times a day Before you talk boy you better pause like a comma Jay Mac ain't got no daddy - man that hoe got 2 mammas Try to act hard - get popped in your throat Catch ya ass slippin' at the radio remote Drop a agg' scheme, get in the ring and tag team Yeh I'm talkin to Hatta too - you fuckin drag queen Monday - them hoes was on the ave talkin' shit Tuesday came - SPC plotted the hit Wednesday came and I was ready for the jack Thursday I saw them bitches 69'in in a 'llac Friday I told Jay Mac to wear a vest Saturday that bastard passed his pregnancy test Sunday he went into labor in hot flashes Had a bald headed monster lookin' baby with some glasses [Chorus] Time to let you haters know (time to let you haters know) Aint got no love for the radio (aint got no love for the radio) Time to let them bitches see (time to let you bitches see) Y'all stepped outta line when you fuck with me (y'all stepped outta line when you fuck with me) [K Rino talking] SPC... yeah this K Rino, I mean what I say too Yeh I wanna shout out to the DJ's that did keep it real My boy Walter D, my boy X-Ray, Lester “Sir†Pace from deep Parish Murphy, Jimmy O, my boy Mean Green, Greg Street All the ones around the world who play and support the real If I don't know ya, it ain't no beef, but if I say yo' name you in the mix - it's war when you see me Peace to Street Military, peace to the Screwed Up Click - SPC for ever baby y'all better recognize [**Voice imitating Jay Mac**] Hatta... for me Hatta? Flowers for me? Stop playin' Hatta, for real? We can be a family now, I knew it all the time Tell me you love me...just once, ain't nobody here Wait a minute, wait a minute, look into my eyes when you say it Ohhhh....God does answer prayers Wait a minute, Jay Hatta... don't that got a nice ring to it? Lets say it together Jay Hatta.. [Greek] Yeh that's right Greek said that
