K-Rino, Black Capone - Danger Zone lyrics

I’ma have to drop me another motherfucker
Since I’m laid back I guess
He think I’m a sucker
One little, two little biters, now they gone
South Park is the motherfucking Danger Zone

On the cool I hang
With killers, dope dealers, ex-cap pillers
Mercenary murderous maniac mug drillers
Street thugs, crazy crews and blood spillers
Catastrophical combinations of casket fillers
Oh you cracking, cranking up all this drama
Cool, somebody go pick him up
And go call his mama
’86 ‘cause I ain’t joking, I break tricks
When it comes to bullets I'm
Like that singing group, so come 'Take 6'
Yo, happy birthday to you
‘Cause, I’m about to run
Revolution through you
I’m coming out to buck them like Rambo
My damn fool i’ll slam yo ass hard ‘cause
I am your worse nightmare
I might square you off solid
Take the last dollar out your wallet
Peace to Louis Farrakhan and Brother Khalid
Ain’t no depressing this solid
Savage life decimate
Cops steady arresting this
Mean massacre specialist
I’m free stroking, man you think I’m joking
Out of ten next to break in
I’m leaving twenty of ‘em broken
When I’m chasing ‘em
I get hyper when I’m racing them
It’s like ice cream and milk on
Some legs when I’m tasting them
Boom! I came out the womb to cause doom
Had to leave the Universe ‘cause
There wasn’t enough room
For my brain to think
I’ma hit him with a fast shank
Let him drop, I fill him up like a gas tank

I’ma have to drop me another motherfucker
Since I’m laid back I guess
He think I’m a sucker
One little, two little biters, now they gone
South Park is the motherfucking Danger Zone

I got styles sharp as the guillotine
You panic until I walk
Come witness wizardry from this killer hawk
Lyricist, K-Rino in effect
My deepness not proven yet
Teleport the heaviest objects
Cause wreck while not moving yet
Stand back ‘cause I don’t feel
Like crushing your style today
You missed with the gun to my head but
I hit you from a mile away
Lock him up in a room where struggling
MCs caught him up in a breeze
Like killer bees, how the hell did he freeze
It’s damn near 130 degrees
I’m venomous like a snake but I don’t
Rattle like the rest of them
A silencer vocally causing explosions in
The chest of them
Where’s my book? Who the hell took my
Book? I’ll leave them in stitches
I’ll leave them in ditches
Punk-ass hoes be falling down
Like London Bridges see my clique
No it’s not a game but we’ll gang up quick
See if you want to bang
Throw them thangs up tricks
Let gangsters be gangsters
But we ain’t the ones
‘Cause gangsters ain’t the only people
Who pack the guns see NIP got the clip
Point Blank got the shank
Cat pulled a gat, Dope-E drove a tank
Egypt E made ‘em flee, DBX broke they necks
AC chill pass the drill
Ruff Eyeque got the tecks
My vocals fast, outrunning the lyrics
You stuck in the past, i hung ‘em at last
Our rap blast left him mentally trash
With his tongue in a cast
I flow, ain’t nobody wrecking K-Rino
So grab your heart and tell Elizabeth
You’re coming to join her, ho

I’ma have to drop me another motherfucker
Since I’m laid back I guess
He think I’m a sucker
One little, two little biters, now they gone
South Park is the motherfucking Danger Zone