Welcome to the Circus - K Rino

Boy let me tell you something

I better not ever catch you at that circus

You understand me boy?

Welcome to the circus, no lions or elephants

Just a bunch of idiot rappers with no intelligence

Locally and out of town, come see stupid by the pound

Might not have no dancing bears, but we got a lot of clowns

You can see 'em all around, way too many fools to name 'em

Catch me in a cage with a chair and a long whip tryna tame 'em

Men in pink gotta walk on glass, little bitty shirt, (?) to the ass

If you wanna visit better come and get a ticket

Hurry up before you miss it cause they’re goin' real fast

See 'em close up they so cool, superstars with attitude

Short skirts, too much make-up, blonde wigs and that’s the dudes

Is it?

Hold up, what the hell?

It’s much too hard for us to tell

Step right up and see the female who takes her clothes off just to sell

Look at these fools on a mic in a room full of middle school children rapping

dirty

On stage with their drawz showing, he’s nineteen and that one’s thirty

Fake thugs fake pimps, artificial players bawl

Grand finale watch me line them on a wall and spray 'em all

Welcome to the circus where every act is worthless

Cartoonish buffoonish artist music with no purpose

All I see is fakeness passing off as greatness

Followers and clowns sell-outs puppets and agents

Welcome to the circus where no male rapper shirt fits

Cartoonish buffoonish artist music with no purpose

All I see is fakeness passing off as greatness

Followers and clowns sell-outs puppets and agents

All I see is people mindlessly actin' like who they tryna be

Signin' these dotted lines a be blindly draped in dishonesty

I’ma give them what they askin' for when he can pass my door

Get outta pocket I’ma blast for sho'

I got a quick temperaments with a bottle of no tolerance

Name’s anonymous with astonishing flow dominance

Stop, think, you don’t wanna war with a rapper who can chop a catastrophe in

his jaw

When I hear it I’ll be gettin' so mad I lose it

He claimin' he better than any then he has to prove it

See me on a street corner with a bag of music

I’m the leader of the anti-swagger movement

It’s hard to get a grab coz I’m pass elusive

One minute in Houston, next in Massachusetts

(Parents?) pass fast to his gastric juices

When I blast every ribbon that he has is useless

Got to wreck to put feminine boys in check

No smoke no jury no voice effects

How the hell you comparin' her bets to arrogant men packin' (?) and kept him

wearin' a dress

The hood following trends so the youths is damaged

Subliminal low self-esteem seize our planet

While the debt at the degenerate park is piling

The slave master is sitting in his office smiling

His mind is deep in a secret he won’t tell

Ever wonder why the conscience artist don’t sell?

Spiritual resurrection is what they fear

So when it comes to what I be thinking they must stay clear

They only release songs that corrupt their ear

Looking at people become products of what they hear