[Verse 1: K-Rino]
You got your face too close to miss, if you feel you're supposed to diss
Get a dose of this verbal explosiveness
I'll post a list, kill the most when pissed
Swing a closed fist till nothing but ghost exist
See I’m brown skin and they found ten
Prejudiced dead men, blood’s what they drowned in
Rounding up all they asses like they did us
Whoop ‘em and hide them away like they hid us
Damn, I should have had a V8 so I could see straight
Into the Devil’s eyes and relate before I create
Destruction, corruption, positive, negativity so stay up
I start downtown and work my way up
With judges coming with racial grudges
Throw my body in jail but my brain never budges
‘Cause it’s mandatory that I never lose position
*bang* Death of a politician
[Hook: Dope-E]
Death of a Politician, Death of a Politician
All fingers pointed to South Park Coalition
Death of a Politician, Death of a Politician
All fingers pointed to South Park Coalition
[Verse 2: Dope-E]
Scaling a rough twelve stories high
With a glass cutter and a nine strapped to my thigh
Taking care of business, on assignment with the mission
Searching through the files of a global politician
No more petitions or bitching ‘cause you won’t listen
From miles away you hear my missiles start whistling
Lay your ass down, back down, face up
The South Park version of you getting your ass laced up
Any sudden moves and I’m cutting off your thumb
Blood pours, hand goes numb, it’s now dumb with no function
Conjunction junction, Dope-E’s up to something
Terrorist attack, your attack malfunction
Ya suckers, everything you tell the public is a lie
Suckers, you set the system up for my people to die
Ya suckers, punk, that’s why I’m dissing
Revolutions start and your ass come up missing
You got your face too close to miss, if you feel you're supposed to diss
Get a dose of this verbal explosiveness
I'll post a list, kill the most when pissed
Swing a closed fist till nothing but ghost exist
See I’m brown skin and they found ten
Prejudiced dead men, blood’s what they drowned in
Rounding up all they asses like they did us
Whoop ‘em and hide them away like they hid us
Damn, I should have had a V8 so I could see straight
Into the Devil’s eyes and relate before I create
Destruction, corruption, positive, negativity so stay up
I start downtown and work my way up
With judges coming with racial grudges
Throw my body in jail but my brain never budges
‘Cause it’s mandatory that I never lose position
*bang* Death of a politician
[Hook: Dope-E]
Death of a Politician, Death of a Politician
All fingers pointed to South Park Coalition
Death of a Politician, Death of a Politician
All fingers pointed to South Park Coalition
[Verse 2: Dope-E]
Scaling a rough twelve stories high
With a glass cutter and a nine strapped to my thigh
Taking care of business, on assignment with the mission
Searching through the files of a global politician
No more petitions or bitching ‘cause you won’t listen
From miles away you hear my missiles start whistling
Lay your ass down, back down, face up
The South Park version of you getting your ass laced up
Any sudden moves and I’m cutting off your thumb
Blood pours, hand goes numb, it’s now dumb with no function
Conjunction junction, Dope-E’s up to something
Terrorist attack, your attack malfunction
Ya suckers, everything you tell the public is a lie
Suckers, you set the system up for my people to die
Ya suckers, punk, that’s why I’m dissing
Revolutions start and your ass come up missing
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