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letra de rough brothers from south park (update) - ganksta nip

(intro: ganksta n-i-p):

ganksta motherf-cking nip, point motherf-cking blank, dope motherf-cking e, k motherf-cking rino. s.p.c. in full effect. if you run up, you leave with no neck. -(laugh fading out)-

(verse 1: k-rino):

this goes out to gangsta g, a test for your crew ’cause you wack!
i’m handin’ out -ss-whoopings, take one and p-ss ’em back!
when i catch you, i’mma end my frustration, give yo’ shotgun (-gun blast-) (inaudible: the black -ssh0l- resuscitation)
i play games so a&m (inaudible: thinkin’ i must fest), f-ck the tail, play-pin a knife in a sucka’s chest!
legend of h-town throwin’ a fit, rock the mic ’til it was on the ground bleeding saying “oh sh-t!”
little two-foot punk, tryna crash town, i wish you would, run up or i stop your little -ss down!
radical rhymes beat the (inaudible: trick) like a bat, charles manson saw what i did and said “d-mn, i ain’t think of that!”
k-rino’s first offence comin’ fast, if i’m tired i might make a motherf-cka whoop his own -ss
i ain’t lyin’, my bite will murder my bark, k-rino’s a rough brother from south park, guess, what!

(interlude: k-rino & dope-e):

-(background “south park” vocal scratches)- i got my man dope-e comin’ up behind me (dope-e: what’s up?) (inaudible: watch what you throw with that (inaudible), man!) (dope-e: inaudible!). go finna kick a rhyme so you better watch your back, ready to attack, kick the rhyme, dope, (inaudible: ain’t it stick)!

(verse 2: dope-e):

the holocauster dope-e, rollin’ with the terrorists, labeled as the scariest, bombs i planted, when i’m very p-ssed!
egypt e, will chain you down like bondage, shove a stick, down your throat until you gag and vomit!
terrorism continues, shut your motherf-cking mouth! the south is in the house! -south park ain’t soft.-
’cause that’s where the dope-e chill, sometimes i feel, i got a serial k!ll, for real!
biogenetic look it up, and let it, be embedded, that dope-e said it, so gimme my f-cking credit! or you will be beheaded, in other words chopped! you can be a citizen, or a f-cking cop!
it’s a bomb threat, and we blow you hoes up, with lyrics from h-ll, dead bodies, i ain’t givin’ up! me dope-e, i’m hard black then dark! one of the roughest motherf-ckers from south park, b-tch!

(interlude: dope-e):

-(background “south park” vocal scratches)- yeah! check it out! coalition nationwide d-mn fool! got my boy, from illinois, bringin’ the noise, point blank! yeah, what’s your name, n-gga?

(verse 3: point blank):

point blank, a rough motherf-cker from south park! takin’ no sh-t, and i’m straight-up hard! so, people say i’m mentally reactic, a psycho, pr-ne to bad dreams, so i sleep in a straitjacket!
when i was young i used to do lotta crazy things, like stickin’ my head, back and forth, under a guillotine! i felt bad ’cause my mom didn’t trust me! maybe, (inaudible: ’cause i lid that and made in a p-ssy), sh-t!
i never meant to be a bad boy, didn’t wanna be a sad boy, now i’m a mad boy! k!llin’ motherf-ckas just for lookin’ at me! i’ve got upset and choked the sh-t out my granddaddy, man!
i ain’t playin’, i think i need to be k!lled! had to f-ck n-ggas up, just to get my prescription pill! ’cause i fiend over dead bodies, after dark, ’cause i’m a rough brother from south park!

(interlude: point blank):

-(background “south park” vocal scratches)- yeah, i got my homeboy ganksta motherf-cking nip in the house, a psycho–ss n-gga, dissin’ your crew straight outta south motherf-cking park, kick that sh-t!

(verse 4: ganksta n-i-p):

arms, legs, heads, necks & throats! all of the symptoms of 26 dead goats! cocaine, yeah, it got me addicted, saw a cat on the ground dead, i hugged and l!cked it!
i taste the blood, just give me a smidgeon, tried s-xual intercourse with a motherf-cking pidgeon!
south park is the ponderosa, you think i won’t hit yo’ -ss, sh-t, come closer!
’cause i k!ll the best, i was born in a dead fish-head in my brother’s chest! don’t come talkin’ that pig sh-t, ’cause if you do, prepare to get your motherf-cking wig split!
triple 6 was born with ten legs! he only uses two ’cause the other eight is dead! i wouldn’t stop choppin’, ’til only (inaudible: charred leg was leverred less than a minute), his insides bled to death!
a&m better get that mud up! (inaudible) on the ground bleeding, i’m l!cking his blood up! ganksta nip, a psycho indeed, i wouldn’t stop whoopin’ yo’ -ss, ’til you motherf-cking blood-bleed, b-tch!
i can’t be beat, my momma hit me yesterday, her funeral’s next week! that’s how it is in the dark, ganksta nip, is the roughest motherf-cker in south park! and i mean that sh-t!

(outro: yo triple 6, let the devil take over your hand on the table, and tear that motherf-cking brake up, n-gga! -(“south park” vocal scratches) (“it’s the thirty (inaudible)!” vocal scratches)-)

- ganksta nip

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