K-Rino, Murder One - South Park Coalition lyrics
[K-Rino, Murder One - South Park Coalition lyrics]
But on my tape boy I cuss
Yo ass out like Dolemite
Hold the mic, with a tight grip
Start representin' sPC president
Gettin' freaky like Bill Clinton
K-Rino, my Black Book spoke once
It said "How the fuck you come up with
This shit and you don't smoke blunts?"
Lyricist breaker life taker punish a
Faker so make a-
Nother mistake, I'ma run seventy blocks
Then cock, my mic up, nothin' to wipe up
Been rippin' since my crib stage
Words pop lungs, crackin' your rib cage
You beatin' me face to face?
You got a better chance of hittin' a
Grand slam with nobody on base
South Park Coalition
We make you think about it
South Park Coalition
We make you think about it