[Chorus]
Why
We ‘bout to show ‘em how it goes down
People playing with me, they must wanna die
The Coalition don’t fuck around, still representing that Southside
We ‘bout to show ‘em how it goes down
Took ‘em from they family, make ‘em wanna cry
K-Rino me never fuck around, yeah

[Verse 1]
You nasty bastards, I drop higher scholastics
Mathematics couldn’t calculate the number of caskets
I teach the masses, pull out a piece and blast it
And leave pain and hand grenades up in your Easter baskets
To flip graphics like K-Rino, you need gymnastics
Rip gashes, you play me, hoe, you leave in plastic
I breed Jurassic and reproduce the fastest
Nullify your oxygen supply with loose elastics hey
To take me out, you need a fight plan, man
I spit a verse so hard on stage the mic stand ran
The cynical phrase pinnacle, lyrically ecumenical
[?] function identical to octopus tentacles
It’s enough I split heads and leave ‘em divided
Break your whole body in half and leave ya ass one sided, ay
And if you’re looking for a skull, I got it
I chuck it in somebody yard and let a pitbull hide it
[Chorus]
Why
We ‘bout to show ‘em how it goes down
People playing with me, they must wanna die
The Coalition don’t fuck around, still representing that South

[Verse 2: Bang]
The dean of killing with kidnap classes
Call me for real, keep two clips, they flip like Dwayne Wayne glasses
You think I give a fuck about your chain and all that bragging?
Jack K’s Black Book [?] bean pie and go Platinum
I spit that shit you can’t fathom, watch me crack ‘em
Got stock options in here because all the bodies I be bagging
I be dragging dead people through mud, backwoods and sticks, man
Got Atari 2600 that play Playstation 6 games
Now what’s my fix, man? It goes like this, man
I jump through your ears and start Crip walking up on your bitch brain
Mass murderer, kill your whole family in one bunch
Eat ‘em for lunch, that’s what I like to call black history month
I’m on the hunt, you feel this? Erase your mind
You couldn’t reminisce if your bitch ass was on OS-10 peeling ‘cause we the realest
Got that high like smoking on nine sweets
You can’t fuck with Bang, [?] in the bed poking on nine freaks

[Chorus]
Why
We ‘bout to show ‘em how it goes down
People playing with me, they must wanna die
The Coalition don’t fuck around, still representing that South
[Verse 3]
With an array of flows, I spray foes
Depending on how you lived your life, I distribute horns or halos
A 9 will leave you with a blown mind
I call your house up aggravated and snatched your ass through the phone line
Dinner with K, you need a strong mind
‘cause like a broke ass clock, you hanging around at the wrong time
Could still see you if I go blind
I know your DNA is messed up, I ain’t trippin’, you can clone mine
I run with [?] Bang and Big Doc
My brain power is so great, I can think and mentally pick locks
Thinking you harder, dude, you dead wrong
My body vanished at the mic and all they saw was floating headphones
I don’t need heat to blast you
Your family found out it was me you was dissing and whooped your ass too
Vocal murder I’m manifesting
And I don’t wanna hear that whining, just answer the damn question

[Chorus]
Why
We ‘bout to show ‘em how it goes down
People playing with me, they must wanna die
The Coalition don’t fuck around, still representing that Southside
We ‘bout to show ‘em how it goes down
Took ‘em from they family, make ‘em wanna cry
K-Rino me never fuck around, yeah