[Verse 1: Lord 3-2]
Lord 3-2 the Convict, out a correctional facility
Fuck with me, you're fuckin' with the SPC
Who you try to test, I'll put you to rest
I'll punch a hole in your chest
While you're wearin' a bulletproof vest
Now, bitch, whatchu gon' do, hoe?
I learned to throw them thangs in the county on the 10th floor
With no sweat, 'cause, bro, I'm a threat
Damn, they killin' hoes for a measly ass cigarette
From youth to manhood, I got hyper
When I was an infant, I packed a pistol in my diaper
Not to shoot, ya wishin', but, n***a, I'm on a mission
With my n***as, in the South Park Coalition

[Verse 2: Grimm]
Grimm comin' at ya, the known body snatcher
Body parts got fractured and I haven't been captured
Fuck that, I'm on the run, I pack a gun but I don't need one
Coalition got my back so that I bat a thousand
Crushin' skulls, so many dead, so many rumbles
Takin' souls, come from the Grimm, that's just how it goes
Terrorists in operation
Motherfuck confrontation, settin' bombs for detonation
And those who run, NIP and Trip, load the clip
Get it enough range so when you pump they throw a backflip
I'm strapped with a billy club and huntin' for blood
A motherfucker tried to take my life, now what was he thinkin' off?
[Verse 3: DBX]
Now I'm about to start slayin' them, punks that be sayin' them
Weak rhymes like 'Population Breakdown' by ANM
On a suicidal mission
Wishin' for fame by dissin'
Opposition, but ain't no lynchin' the Coalition, fool
You try to fade my colors, or try to burn my flag
Bold, is how I stand for the black and gold
In musical combat, DBX is the general
The main course at the party, you're just a dinner roll
Fight like a soldier, here's the diss I owed ya
You set yourself up, Lil' Troy shoulda told ya som'in
Like the SPC is a reckless clan
'Cause yo' style is low budget in second hand

[Verse 4: A.C. Chill]
I possess styles to wax, tax, smack and flick
Broke back stack when d-boys wave, they probably can split brick
I crush, better yet smush, your face in the cement
The ground's bent, I wonder where the rest of your face went
So what up? How dare you come runnin' up
And right now I'm settin' up
Your presence in the area I'm blowin' up
Comin' up, from back of the pack
Fuck that, I'm leadin', n***as bleedin', from shit I'm readin'
Out of a flame, it's hot, that's why it scorches
Dead n***as in my concert, holdin' torches
Screamin' for me to kick some shit that's rough enough
Tough enough, to blow a whole mothafuckin' city up
[Verse 5: Point Blank]
Let Point Blank explain, and don't say I never told ya
Heaven don't want me but Hell's afraid I'ma take it over
This shit started when my mother broke water
I was born in Cook County with a mind disorder
As a child I was senile, examined frequent
Results came back and I was labeled delinquent
A rough brother from South Park
I say peace to Illinois for makin' me hard
Black and red is the color I wear
[What about black and blue?]
Bitch, get that shit outta here
[Man, you ain't had to say it like that, [Triple L are legit?]]
Punk, you're dismissed with that bullshit

[Verse 6: K-Rino]
K-Rino come to light that ass up
Pay you in advance for the shit that I'ma blast up
Many punks ran up, when I'm tryin' to stand up
Raisin' my hand up, fucked your whole clan up
K-Rino be kickin' rough radical rhymes of filth
Layin' naked on a quilt, eatin' some ice cream and milk
Wonderin' why I started the SPC, thinkin' for a minute
I'm scarred of these crazy mothafuckas in it
You wanna bite, it starts a quick fight
My foot will fit right, off in that ass tight so get yo' shit right
Founder of the Coalition eyesight
I got rhymes from '85, crackin' shit you wrote last night
[Verse 7: Ganksta NIP]
SPC to the end
You kill one of us, I'm killin' 80 of y'all men
Psychotic, and plenty of weed smokin'
The sound of a child chokin'
Death, for callin' me soft
Now his family's minus one and one less fork in the house
Coalition Nationwide, makin' n***as lose breath
C-Rock flew in from outta town, killed two n***as and left
Triple Six makin' life kinda dim
If my dog don't want yo' leg, I'll just feed it to Grimm
This war finna start, fuck all this waitin'
When I die, I'm goin' to Hell, but only to kill Satan
Never, make this man mad
93 bloody bodies, in a mothafuckin' sand bag
That's how it is in the dark
Ganksta NIP, the roughest mothafucka in South Park
Coalition

[Verse 8: Dope-E]
Hehehoo, boy, the Coalition hard
None o' you fools bet not ever try to step
Yeah, check this out
Pusher of the levels while I crank this camp up
I'm Dope-E the Holocauster, bitch, what's up?
I want you to know, this is a SPC show
So give a n***a some respect when I hit the flo'
And, yo, I do the fool when I kick facts, pro-Black
Hangin' with the Terror set, smokin' big sacks
That's, just a taste of what I give and how I live
In a White supremacy, that's how they got me livin'
G-R-I-M, N-I-P, Triple Six and Egypt
What's up? ANM, shut the fuck up
Dissin' rap groups tryna be a name
Professional snipers, The Terrorists'll fill your brain with slugs
'Cause I'm a mothafuckin' thug
Tie your feet to my van for 30 miles you get drug
Makin' wack ass music, tryna gain recognition
You in no position to be fuckin' with our Coalition
You better act like you know somethin' or somethin'
Might happen and it won't be related to no damn rappin'
Think about it, damn fool, think about it
South Park Coalition, we make you think about it