South Park Coalition K-Rino (Ft. Murder One)

[Verse 1: ?]

[Verse 2: K-Rino]
Yo, I'm usually polite
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

[Verse 3: Murder One]

[Verse 4: ?]

[Hook]
South Park Coalition, we make you think about it
South Park Coalition, we make you think about it

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