[Intro: K-Rino]
Father father, I'm so happy that you could come
(why wouldn't I come, I told you I'd be here)
I'm glad you made it on time (Where is he?)
He's this way follow me (How long has he been in this state?)
It's been about three days
(I'm going to need everyone to leave this room
I will contact you when I'm finished)
[Verse: K-Rino]
I'm the helter skelter, bomb shelter melter
Stealth atomic Alka-Seltzer, top and bottom jaw welder
The secular thought exitter, whips from my texts are so extra wretched
It stretches from you, to the derelict standing next to ya
They gathering to battle us, ghastly unaware
Of the fabulous passages, in my vast cavernous thalamus
I'm not a catalyst of avarice
I send raps in the mail, that are more hazardous than anthrax packages
The rap arachnid, track critic
Who Ju-Jitsu kicked the blue sky, and left a massive crack in it
I'm par excellence, user of sceptre wands
A genius spawn, of uninterpretable lexicons
My anger hits high peaks, that leaves the eyes reddish
Explosive technician, with a homicide fetish
Composed a symphony, the first day life entered me
No doctor was needed, I performed a self delivery
My raps should be in a castle inhabited lavishly
With every manufactured character mapped in a tapestry
The sheet was seemingly blank, so the pitiful think
It was literal, but I write words in invisible ink
How much pillaging can a page do?
Well if it's mine it'll encage you and electrically taze you back to age two
I salivate above a cauldron
That's so hot, it takes a century just to cool down to starting
In the ring, ain't no burning me out
You'll never get a standing eight, you'll get a laying down eternity count
I see through blizzards clear, everyone's in fear when the wizard's here
They placed a sheet over me, but when they raised it I had disappeared
I deceptively, envelope you
My depth is too heated for you to swallow like a new born sipping Theraflu
I got several methods to stretch you in my weapon pool
So move, unless you got an extra neck to lose
K is never in a glamour mood
I'm a tyrannical fool, who cannibalizes cannibals on channel 2
The ill mannered, Bruce Banner dude
Who built the mechanical war craft, without even reading the manual
I'm sarcastic and cynical
I got blinded amnesia, but I still didn't forget to not remember you
My parables are unbearable, I stare at you
Then shoot a verbal arrow through, let it slice and make a pair of you
Storms come after the thunder starts
One spark'll become a thought, I never left my feet and did a somersault
I throw a spear through the clear blue and pierce you
Until you scream so loud, Venus people'll hear you
Once a year I appear new, got a mystical vehicle
That lets me see a thousand miles back in the rearview
I operate, under several names
Mic murders I can have arranged, I stomp and trample brains into gravel grains
Imitators become so enthralled
But once my vocals go in y'all, they toxifying cake up on your colon walls
I'm so skilfully gifted
That I spit six verses on seven beats, and every one of em were different
The next move I made, was colder
Seven flows on six beats, one each and had nothing left over
I'm here, but I appear in disguise
I've take inferior guys, and make their eyes dematerialize
I did a historical check, explored my depths
And discovered I went to war, with men before my conception
I be exploring facts, and recording tracks
That go deeper than swords in backs, and whacks from Lizzy Borden's axe
Experimenting new delayed effect raps
You walk away today, but much later your neck snaps
We are not, on a even accord
Six months old, I was receiving a lifetime achievement award
Lyrically I am the omni, it's not beyond me
To gain energy, from swallowing red bull tsunamis
I'm never in a cautious state
I go fishing for prehistoric prey, in morbid dark waters and use sharks for bait
Your epidermis will rot during a skirmish
I learned to tie his nick, into a tourniquet knot
Man I promise, you don't know the half
Every picture of my family from the last hundred years, I was in the photograph
I enjoyed, all the trauma that my rap employed
They paranoid from delusions, of circular trapezoids
I bomb your vehicle, unrighteously
Your windshield wipers were a sight to see, trying to wipe meteorite debris
The sci-fi movie enthusiast
A student of unruliness, broke loose from Mt. Vesuvius's nucleus
Antibiotic lyricist, any mental impurities I'm curing it
Illustrator of thought, the cloud muralist
My pen, is like a quick clean scalpel
I sleep strapped to dream clap you, rap example of the Sistine Chapel
I'm schizophrenic, leprechaun crazy
I mate with robot ladies, and create Decepticon babies
My narratives leave average men babbling
For faster land travel, I'll grow some back legs and start galloping
I himahoola, abracadabra men
And wrote a whole album in five minutes, with my miraculous magic pen
