South Park Coalition

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lord 3-2] Lord 3-2 the Convict, out a correctional facility Fuck with me, you're fuckin' with the SPC Who you try to test, I'll put you to rest I'll punch a hole in your chest While you're wearin' a bulletproof vest Now, bitch, whatchu gon' do, hoe? I learned to throw them thangs in the county on the 10th floor With no sweat, 'cause, bro, I'm a threat Damn, they killin' hoes for a measly ass cigarette From youth to manhood, I got hyper When I was an infant, I packed a pistol in my diaper Not to shoot, ya wishin', but, nigga, I'm on a mission With my niggas, in the South Park Coalition [Verse 2: Grimm] Grimm comin' at ya, the known body snatcher Body parts got fractured and I haven't been captured Fuck that, I'm on the run, I pack a gun but I don't need one Coalition got my back so that I bat a thousand Crushin' skulls, so many dead, so many rumbles Takin' souls, come from the Grimm, that's just how it goes Terrorists in operation Motherfuck confrontation, settin' bombs for detonation And those who run, NIP and Trip, load the clip Get it enough range so when you pump they throw a backflip I'm strapped with a billy club and huntin' for blood A motherfucker tried to take my life, now what was he thinkin' off? [Verse 3: DBX] Now I'm about to start slayin' them, punks that be sayin' them Weak rhymes like 'Population Breakdown' by ANM On a suicidal mission Wishin' for fame by dissin' Opposition, but ain't no lynchin' the Coalition, fool You try to fade my colors, or try to burn my flag Bold, is how I stand for the black and gold In musical combat, DBX is the general The main course at the party, you're just a dinner roll Fight like a soldier, here's the diss I owed ya You set yourself up, Lil' Troy shoulda told ya som'in Like the SPC is a reckless clan 'Cause yo' style is low budget in second hand [Verse 4: A.C. Chill] I possess styles to wax, tax, smack and flick Broke back stack when d-boys wave, they probably can split brick I crush, better yet smush, your face in the cement The ground's bent, I wonder where the rest of your face went So what up? How dare you come runnin' up And right now I'm settin' up Your presence in the area I'm blowin' up Comin' up, from back of the pack Fuck that, I'm leadin', niggas bleedin', from shit I'm readin' Out of a flame, it's hot, that's why it scorches Dead niggas in my concert, holdin' torches Screamin' for me to kick some shit that's rough enough Tough enough, to blow a whole mothafuckin' city up [Verse 5: Point Blank] Let Point Blank explain, and don't say I never told ya Heaven don't want me but Hell's afraid I'ma take it over This shit started when my mother broke water I was born in Cook County with a mind disorder As a child I was senile, examined frequent Results came back and I was labeled delinquent A rough brother from South Park I say peace to Illinois for makin' me hard Black and red is the color I wear [What about black and blue?] Bitch, get that shit outta here [Man, you ain't had to say it like that, [Triple L are legit?]] Punk, you're dismissed with that bullshit [Verse 6: K-Rino] K-Rino come to light that ass up Pay you in advance for the shit that I'ma blast up Many punks ran up, when I'm tryin' to stand up Raisin' my hand up, fucked your whole clan up K-Rino be kickin' rough radical rhymes of filth Layin' naked on a quilt, eatin' some ice cream and milk Wonderin' why I started the SPC, thinkin' for a minute I'm scarred of these crazy mothafuckas in it You wanna bite, it starts a quick fight My foot will fit right, off in that ass tight so get yo' shit right Founder of the Coalition eyesight I got rhymes from '85, crackin' shit you wrote last night [Verse 7: Ganksta NIP] SPC to the end You kill one of us, I'm killin' 80 of y'all men Psychotic, and plenty of weed smokin' The sound of a child chokin' Death, for callin' me soft Now his family's minus one and one less fork in the house Coalition Nationwide, makin' niggas lose breath C-Rock flew in from outta town, killed two niggas and left Triple Six makin' life kinda dim If my dog don't want yo' leg, I'll just feed it to Grimm This war finna start, fuck all this waitin' When I die, I'm goin' to Hell, but only to kill Satan Never, make this man mad 93 bloody bodies, in a mothafuckin' sand bag That's how it is in the dark Ganksta NIP, the roughest mothafucka in South Park Coalition [Verse 8: Dope-E] Hehehoo, boy, the Coalition hard None o' you fools bet not ever try to step Yeah, check this out Pusher of the levels while I crank this camp up I'm Dope-E the Holocauster, bitch, what's up? I want you to know, this is a SPC show So give a nigga some respect when I hit the flo' And, yo, I do the fool when I kick facts, pro-Black Hangin' with the Terror set, smokin' big sacks That's, just a taste of what I give and how I live In a White supremacy, that's how they got me livin' G-R-I-M, N-I-P, Triple Six and Egypt What's up? ANM, shut the fuck up Dissin' rap groups tryna be a name Professional snipers, The Terrorists'll fill your brain with slugs 'Cause I'm a mothafuckin' thug Tie your feet to my van for 30 miles you get drug Makin' wack ass music, tryna gain recognition You in no position to be fuckin' with our Coalition You better act like you know somethin' or somethin' Might happen and it won't be related to no damn rappin' Think about it, damn fool, think about it South Park Coalition, we make you think about it