Video South Park Coalition de Ac Chill 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Ac Chill - South Park Coalition Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lord 3-2]
Lord 3-2 the Convict, out a correctional facility
Fuckin' 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 Newt to Mad Hood, I got hyper
When I was an infant, I packed a pistol in my diaper
Not to shoot the weird shit, but, nigga, I'm on a mission
With my niggas, in the South Park Coalition

[Verse 2: Grimm]
Grimm comin' at ya, the known body snatcher
Body parts got fractured and they haven't been captured
For that I'm on the run, I pack a gun but I don't need one
Coalition got my back so that I bet a thousand
Crushin' skulls, so many danced, so many rumbled
Takin' souls, come from the Grimm, that's just how it goes
Terrorists in operation
Mothafuck confrontations, settin' bombs with detonation
And those who run, even 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 mothafucka tried to take my life, now what was he thinkin' off?
[Verse 3: DBX (Def Busy X)]
Now I'm about to start slammin' 'em, punks that be sayin' 'em
Weak rhymes like population breakdown by end
I'm 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
Bowl as I stand for the Black
And go to musical combat, DBX is the general
The main course of the party, you're just a dinner-al
Fight like a soldier, here's the diss I owed ya
You set yourself off mental torture to told ya some'
Like the SPC, is a Wreckless Klan
'Cause yo' style is low budget in second hand

[Verse 4: A.C. Chill]
I'm possessed off the wack TEC, smack and flick
Broke back stack and 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? I doubt you come runnin' up
And while 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', niggas bleedin', from shit I'm readin'
Out of a flame, it's hot, that's why it scorches
Dead niggas 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'mma take it over
This shit started when my mother reward her?
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? hell of a G]
Punk, you're dismissed with that bullshit

[Verse 6: K-Rino]
K-Rino come to light that ass up
Pet you with his fans for the shit that I'mma 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
Wonder why I started the SPC, thinkin' for a minute
I'm starin' these crazy mothafuckas in it
You want a bite and start some 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 sour
Names, families, might as won a [?] fork in the house
Coalition Nationwide, makin' niggas lose breath
C-Rock flew in from outta town, killed two niggas 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 straight, 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 nigga some respect when I hit the flow
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? A&M, shut the fuck up
Dissin' rap groups tryna be a name
Professional snipers, The Terrorists to fill your brain with slugs
'Cause I'm a mothafuckin' thug
Tie your feet to my van for 30 miles you get dragged
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