[K-Rino]
Aright man, here we go, it take a whole lot of heart to do this as many times as we done did it, we bringing it all together, South Park Coalition, unifying the masses, all religions and classes, multiple choice murders, meaning we choose our method of verbal homicide, then you choose the method that you prefer, we got Black Mike lacing the beat and a host of skilled emcees from every generation of the SPC, so I’ma send a shoutout to DBX, my boy Texas Tech and Street Military, we gon’ get it started, yeah

[Verse 1]
Welcome to my show, I’ll be your host
[?] and my guest tonight in the studio
It’s foolio, let us begin by looking at the screen with something in your life
Got hung like Saddam when you chose that mic
I’m representing the tradition of The Coalition
Shot the head off [?] fishing
I master Chef Hell’s Kitchen in South Park
I season emcee’s vertebrae, skilled in culinary arts
Mutilate, digest parts, seep in carbon monoxide farts
I smell pure under formaldehyde like killer sharks
Would you like to phone a friend?
Emcee’ll wait for slaughter like hogs
When I threw a [?] dripping in blood for the cover of Murder Dog

[Verse 2]
I’m back and fully loaded, martial law ‘round here
Kill snitches, b*tch ni**as got respect ‘round here
Give a f*ck who you is, you get did ‘round here
Crips, Bloods, gorillas, yeah your G ‘round here
[?] diamond bezel got pulled ‘round here
Eses, vatos, locos, Southwest ‘round here
Hot boys get cold shoulders, you make real down here
You walkin’ around scoffing like you [?] like them
Get your mind right, ni**a, you’s a thief I swear
It took a little time to see what size you wear
It’s real in the field, boys [?] be aware
Surround sound in the [?], guerrillas on warfare
Want all beat-bangers, on site to strike right
Don’t laugh on you ni**as ’til you ni**as get it right
Got called on a banger, we banged on the banger
Got five Gs, we show no love for the banger
[Verse 3]
Murdering mankind with frankincense and myrrh
Coalition with brethren stay intention all concur
Finishing fishermen and people in with [?]
[?] mental states that are unsure and impure
Just ring the alarm and bring physical harm
Against all weapons formed that defy the arm, leg, leg, arm, head
Try to battle I, you die, i.e. end up dead
Swore it’s the spread to plague from words said
Bodies bled with legs overextended and stretched
Like [?], left your dome home like overdrawn American Express
Less to bless by destroying your mutilated mess
With melatonin and melanin from the solar plex

[K-Rino]
Aight check this out man, we havin’ a little layover right now, we on our way to murder, but we had to stop off at serious injury, so strap up ‘cause the rest of this flight is nonstop, c’mon

[Verse 4]
My flows cause an explosion in the minds of the unwise
Dumb, deaf and blind fell victim to the real 9
Ether tried, told you devils in the last rhyme
Was the last time, that crooked cop, we blast nine
And even when the last nine bullets hit your flesh
Only then will they confess, believing [?] what a mess
And now we forced to rebuild the knowledge they killed
Terrorize the mind and put they children in the field
Then only then will they yield
Disagreeable against agreeable
You say you rule the world, we made it breathable, livable
Gods at every interval
With a team of Elohim that’s ready to get rid of you
Quick as a millisecond recorded in real time
Which makes me the first in the last of every damn rhyme
I ain’t trippin’, I’m spittin’ the facts easy
I can’t leave these lames alone, they brains need me
[Verse 5]
[?] to his knees, [?] drop him with ease
[?] freeze
Something for the heads [?]
It’s gon’ be [?] way beyond a misdemeanor
Impeaching you, [?] control-alt-deleting you
Shutting you down and restarting
[?] like Steve Martin
That’s the point you drove me to so now the attack is full scale
[?] since ’74 [?] watch how you inhale
You already know your time was up, you tryna stall
Not realizing that those same playas are hastening your fall
I’ma show you, step to your house and overthrow you
Plant a red, black and green flag in the middle of the Oval

[Verse 6: Murder One]
M-u-r-d-e-r O-n-e, multiple charge murderers
Murder One, dawg, I break haters that buck
Still though I spin verses when done I go and f*ck
Overlooked because I won’t turn the other cheek
The weak spring leaks, the hood listen when I speak
From overseas around the globe back to H-Town
[?] lay it down
I have four more shots out of my 16 rounder
You rather f*ck with a [?] than f*ck with a three hundred pounder
I’m M One, homie, now tell me what good with it
It’s a multiple choice murder and I’m so hood with it
[Verse 7: Rapper K]
Multiple choice murder, no ABC format
With flows that are hotter than hell’s thermostat
What was that? I know you ain’t sayin’ nothin’
Lyrical assassination once your ass get to bumpin’
It’s SPC to the end ‘cause I’m the brother from South Park
Killed you on this track, outlined you in chalk
And if you wanted [?], that sh*t wouldn’t be hard
I talk about that Escalade or the Jag in the yard
Yeah I’m still Rapper K, ain’t kicked a rhyme in a minute
XXL Magazine, I know you saw your boy in it
You probably tore out that page, you probably threw it away
But then your gal went back and bought it the very next day

[Verse 8]
I guess they murder mentally, physically and spiritually
But in the end there’s a penalty
My people don’t know they kin to me
But time is near so they finna be
Knowing that multiple murder will awaken the gods, finna be showin’
If on the scene mug mean and they green life finna be glowin’
But as of now most of us dead
Every Sunday praying with a cross overhead to a god that kept us enslaved
Murdered your ancestors and put the same cross on they grave
Most highest child, nothing can hurt us
You bust, we bust back, b*tch, multiple murders

[Verse 9: K-Rino]
Walk with me
I defy the law of averages
I’m totally against your flow like gay marriages
You think you better, put a slug on it
Wrap your ass with the extension cord, the part with the plug on it
I slap yo cap, bro
’til your naps grow from being low to a Jackson 5 afro
I saw you take off when the drama came
Credit so bad you gon’ have to put this ass-whoopin’ in yo mama name
The chances of me giving you a pardon
Are like the chances of Rush Limbaugh fit in the drawers he wore in kindergarten
Do you feel what I’m saying, man?
I finally hit the weed (What?!) Haha, y’all know I’m just playin’, man

[Verse 10]
The wrong moves will get you caught up, rest will get you set up
Snitches will get you sent up, straight up
F*ckin’ with ni**as you don’t know that’s f*ckin’ with ni**as they don’t know
Can’t nothing good come out of that
Never seen him before running up, busting his gat
Seem like he know who he after but he don’t know where he at
The big pretender got a message to send ya
Thanks for the invite, now return to sender
When you doin’ bad, ni**as try to do ya bad
When you’re gettin’ money, ni**as try to do ya ass
Smile in your face like everything gravy
All in my grill, what up, Blank, baby?

[Verse 11]
I strike tandems at random like Manson
With deadly [?] and all mics are abandoned
I’m Mr. Handsome and I play madams like backgammon
Give all [?] f*ckin’ back spasms
Split all their atoms like the damn phantoms
Hold their grandsons for ransom
I cause earth chasms when I have an orgasm
I give birth to word patterns and squirt my f*ckin’ verbs at ‘em
From the cytoplasm and this micro action
I’m relaxing in a fashion that causes the distraction with my tight flow [?]
Cuttin’ [?] from ni**as of attraction
I might go into an Anglo Saxon, f*ckin’ bashing

[Verse 12]
Murdering, we got multiple licks, ultimate clique
Ya hear? Sh*t, we will alter that b*tch
So what you want in life? A gun, a knife?
Husband and wife, the real or [?]
It don’t matter, ma’am, I’m a batter ram
Coming through the door, watch ‘em scatter, man
Doing it for years, so sincere
We will lyricists, please don’t come near
It’s our cue, man, I thought you knew, man
My style is the way I f*ckin’ do thangs
On some gutter sh*t like your mother, b*tch
Recognize it’s not another clique

[Verse 13]
Cunning, gunning, stunning
Motherf*ckers steady busting sh*t
Trapping, capping, slapping
Ni**as steady jumping on d*ck
Kicking like a chicken, damn right I’m in this b*tch
Wanna f*ckin’ show? Watch me bring on the crunk sh*t
Think I take your back pants’ pockets and stuff with two big bricks
And push your ass off a atop a one [?] plaza for even thinking you can f*ck with [?]
The author this particular verbal catalyst
Got the motherf*ckin’ flow of the Tigris and the motherf*ckin’ Euphrates
[?], from here [?] to Haiti
High Risk be the type of motherf*cker come banging out
[?] fist in the air, [?]

[Verse 14: Dope E]
[?] rounds, shells fall to the grounds
Never givin’ a f*ck, ni**a, I’m down
F*ck around and get caught up in this homicide
I’m tellin’ ya, b*tch, don’t [?] give a f*ck in a ditch
Where your b*tch ass gon’ lay
And for them ni**as that wanna test me
When you see me on the streets, I’m gon’ spray, no way
You gon’ win against a terrorist
Suicide bomb you if I have to, I don’t miss
Motherf*cker, I blow out your brains
Go to jail and admit it, tell ‘em I’m totally sane
Plead guilty, I feel that I’m the only one who can stop me
And pull the gun on the judge right before he try to pop me
But sometime, I’ma pop his ass with a 9
Millimeter Glock, yeah, f*ck one-time
I’m Dope E, if I’s the word, I put the word in ya
I’m a terrorist serving ya with multiple choice murderers

[Verse 15]
Now I’ma murder on this beat and it’s gon’ sound so neat
Only got twelve lines so ain’t no time to creep
Got skills to pay the bills so a ni**a gon’ eat
That produces enough time to blow on the sweet
I’ma bomb on you ni**as and I do it from [?]
Gas knock you dead on yo ass, them ni**as asleep
And y’all gon’ feel this, ain’t no time for a truce

[Verse 16]
The one who cried [?] then rolled his eyes like [?]
I let loose, break my fist in this
Don’t act like y’all don’t know that the [?] is in this b*tch
Coming with hot lead, won’t stop ’til I’m dead
If the Glock lock, I come out the barrel instead

[Verse 17]
Half human, half being, a seething demon
[?] your family, count ‘em out ’til my only reason for breathing
Research if you see a the worst
Ammunition rip through, in memory of you, pictures they put on t-shirts
I flood mine’s with rough rhymes, the bloodline’s diminishing
Travel back through time, destroying his origin and lineage
God forbid he got kids, bearing his likeness and image
‘cause I’m exacting my vengeance on anything having a resemblance
Excluding toddlers and infants, adolescents and women
The autopsies are pending, assembling the parts they are missing
I’m remorseless, brutal torture’s what I’m rendering
My body walked away and my intentions dismembered them

[Verse 18]
I ain’t wanna do it, K-Rino made me do it
[?] to the heart, dipped in embalming fluid
B*tch, I’m [?] Water menace, I murk you with the hammer
I murder your brain, put anthrax in your Tony Montana
I’m hearing killer voices, multiple murder choices
My mug made ‘em nauseous, slap that ni**a unconscious
Aka spray upon the streetlights, [?]
Them ni**as popped up but they ain’t livin’ thug life
This ni**a had a gun, I had a blade, man
Cut that ni**a wrist off and shot him with his own hand
I let the pump get’cha
Before I hit ya with the bumper jack
This sh*t is guerrilla murder militia

[Verse 19]
I’m leaving ni**as comatose from overdoses of hypnosis
The ni**a that come closest gon’ get roasted with my vocals
Heavily sedated when the anesthetic set in
This is a verbal assassination whether or not I grab a pen
I will divide and conquer, multiply then stomp ya
Morph into three of me, triangulate to jump ya
I’m surrounded by the leaders of the SPC
I got the force ‘cause I’m protected by the ghost of AC
One ni**a everlasting with a sniper rifle steady blasting
One for the money representing and we steady smashing
Mr. Cap 1 put it down with a four pound when I clown ya
A verbal execution when I got word from the founder

[Verse 20]
See it be multiple choice murders for the b*tches who be hatin’
[?] Mike Rucker, see I be murder motivate Gs
I think you want some, go run up and get it
’cause in a minute, your wig, I f*ckin’ split it
I did it, I shoot him in his neck and then I punched him in his chin
Guess you can call this sh*t an uppercut or next of kin
Don’t try to f*ck with me, you way out of your element
[?] b*tches, just as if I was an elephant
You smellin’ this? Yes it’s gun smoke and you inhaling this
You better get ready ‘cause quick blows I’m swinging heavily
And when I’m done, I leave your ass in South Park
‘cause a multiple choice murder don’t give a f*ck but got heart

[Verse 21]
It’s a million or more ways to die
Colombian necktie for pool of acids
Snatch faces off foes [?] Hannibal
Cursed birth to do dirt, I just murk h*es
It’s psychological, diabolical
I gravitate to chaotic situations to throw gasoline on fires
Bust automatics no hesitation, vegetation on cannabis
Like a sleeping giant, clique gotta be violent
Then like a killer be quiet, nine times, 99 and the silences speak
Get a life, that’s what you say to something mortal
Get a knife or a gun before these people see you [?]
As I flip through corn holes

[Verse 22: Klondike Kat]
I’m only motivated by multiple murders
Money and mayhem so gruesome how they found him decaying
Displaying maggots colonating in his intestines
Close range blew his brains with the Winchester
Fire follows the flame out of the barrel
Teflon through your windpipe, your chest and bone marrow
Death’ll come quick as a sparrow, bury you in a wheel barrow
Blacker than [?] apparel you gon’t need some pallbearers
Even though I ride for the SPC, I ain’t no gangbanger
I have that ass coming back to haunt me like a doppelgänger
Brain-dangling, even web-tangling, there’s no stranger
Do you with my bare hands, off you like that Boston Strangler
Klondike Kat gon’ open you wide, no need for stitches
I bury you’s guys, I told you you sleep with the fishes
Malicious vicious intentions, ghostly killers from different dimensions
Multiple lacerations from deadly incisions

[Verse 23]
Soldier in these streets and doin’ what I supposed to
Life in the hood like riding a rollercoaster
One day you’re on your note, next day your ass on a roaster
Ni**a tryna cut my bread, I got to toaster
And just because you see my face on a poster
Don’t ever think that I won’t pull it out my holster
Gangsta ass ni**a on a gangsta ass bass line
Out of H-Town [?] in the waistline
Guests stole my rhymes with no FaceTime
Like a greyhound, I’m gon’ chase mine
These ni**as out here showing off with they guns
Bust that b*tch in the chest, I bet he cough up a lung
These ni**as already know what I’m on
It’s been a few years but I can still slaughter a song