Aggression - K Rino

My aggression, it’ll make me punch through a mountain for real

All this pressure and this pain make a killer wanna kill

I’m a product of the Killer Clan

That’s why my energy keep coming like a running

My adrenaline is pumping like a machine

It’s been a long time coming

That’s why I’m hyper like a viper when I strike or beat, I’m bringing heat

I’m spitting venom, and I’m aggressive like a king cobra

I’m KB The Kidnapper, playtime is over

Let me start by saying fuck George W

I hope a grizzly bear sneak in your bedroom and smother you

Bush is the Devil, if you follow him, stop

Shadow of death over America, take all of ‘em out

And all you sellouts, although my right hand’s fast

His lips swole, not from the punch but kissing the white man’s ass

Scared of the police, but quick to murder your brother

Why don’t we buck up to these laws the way we do to each other?

My aggression, it’ll make me bust through the penitentiary wall

And try to free Pharaoh, even though I know him

Outnumbered by the guards, I don’t care

‘Cause we tryna make another street military CD and that means

The guards, the warden, they’ll all have to lay it down

Killer Clan trespassing on federal grounds

With them automatic rounds without making a sound

The government is scared of us, them hoes don’t want no war here

Now when I finished him, the water in his bath was red

He hemorrhaged and bled and fell dead with half a head

I’ll make you dream you felt my wrath and got stabbed and begged

The right half of my head was bald, the left half was dreads

I’m a champion, I possess the pantheon

Of unreachable mind levels that you can’t be on

I’m the crypt keeper, the beef eater, breather of a street sweeper

Reaper changing beefers from shit talkers to deep sleepers

My aggression, it’ll make me start beef in the streets

'til there’s nothing left on my plate to eat

Kick Bush in his motherfucking teeth

Walk in the White House and piss on the First Lady

Then take a shit and wipe my ass on the furniture

I don’t give a damn, I’ll go to war with the government

I’ll be the first nigga in history to kidnap a president

Put his ass in the pot, light the fire till it boil

Bitch stop lying, you took us to war for some oil

I know this bitch in Indiana, his name is Cash

Fuckin' with the SPC, boy we’ll hide your ass

If you ever come to Houston, motherfucker you’ll know it

How you gon' try to sell my verse and you ain’t paid me for it?

Making moves like you make it’s how fools get shot

You named yourself after something that your hoe-ass ain’t even got

You’ll leave this place with a wrecked face

I’ll send your motherfucking spirit to Hell wearing a neck brace