Iâma have to drop me another motherfucker
Since Iâm laid back I guess he think Iâm 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 call his mama
â86 âcause I ainât joking, I break tricks
When it comes to pulling some like that singing group, so come letâs take six
Yo, happy birthday to you
âCause Iâm about to run revolution through you
Iâm coming out to buck them like Rambo, my damn fool
Iâll slam yo ass hard âcause 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
Ainât no depressing this solid savage life decimate
Cops steady arresting this mean massacre specialist
Iâm free stroking, man you think Iâm joking
Out of ten next to break in Iâm leaving twenty of âem broken
When Iâm chasing âem, I get hyper when Iâm racing them
Itâs like ice cream and milk on some legs when Iâm tasting them
Boom! I came out the womb to cause doom
Had to leave the Universe âcause there wasnât enough room
for my brain to think, Iâma hit him with a fast shank
Let him drop, I fill him up like a gas tank
Iâma have to drop me another motherfucker
Since Iâm laid back I guess he think Iâm 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 âcause I donât 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, itâs damn near 130 degrees
Iâm venomous like a snake but I donât rattle like the rest of them
A silencer vocally causing explosions in the chest of them
Whereâs my book? Who the hell took my book? Iâll leave them in stitches
Iâll leave them in ditches, punk-ass hoes be falling down like London s
See my clique, no itâs not a game but weâll gang up quick
See if you want to bang, throw them thangs up tricks
Let gangsters be gangsters, but we ainât the ones
âCause gangsters ainât 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 âem flee, DBX broke they necks
A.C. Chill pass the drill, Ruff Eyeque got the tecks
My vocals fast, outrunning the lyrics, you stuck in the past, I hung âem at last
Our rap blast left him mentally trash with his tongue in a cast
I flow, ainât nobody wrecking K-Rino
So grab your heart and tell Elizabeth youâre coming to join her, ho
Iâma have to drop me another motherfucker
Since Iâm laid back I guess he think Iâm a sucker
One little, two little biters, now they gone
South Park is the motherfucking Danger Zone
- :
- The Maven
- Plantation Rebellion
- theRAPeutic
- Alien Baby
- The Day of the Storm
- Solitary Confinement
- Time Traveler
- Annihilation Of The Evil Machine
- Blood Doctrine
- Triple Darkness Vol.3: Coalition Ambush
- Triple Darkness 1: Wreck Time
- The Blood Doctrine
- Speed of Thought
- Worst Rapper Alive
- 80 Minute Eternity
- Deeper Elevation
- Triple Darkness - the Lyrics
- Triple Darkness Vol. 2 - The Lyrics
- Triple Darkness - Wreck Time
- Live at Club Numbers, April 6th 2011