featuring Bushwick Bill

[Dope-E]

Yeah, getting ready to slash to media...

You see, what you need to do is start jocking the right information...

Fuck the media coming straight from The Terrorists crew

I don't love none of ya'll hoes so fuck you

You never understand the things I write

Until you spend a night in the South Park twilight

I'm steadily trying to reach my black folks

But all you wanna see is a nigga with black locs

And you be knowing what the fuck we be saying

And you know damn well we ain't playing

Now, as simple as that, stop spreading lies

Before I place M-60 right between your eyes (Yaips!)

Cause now ya'll got me mad as hell

And all you jealous pens' writing tattle tales

But I don't give a fuck about your ass

See, ya'll just mad a nigga rolling in cold cash

I'm down with Rap-A-Lot, now I got a lot

And I'll be damned to let you fuck over what I got

I kick that knowledge on a roughest tip

Call Egypt soft, you be bloody with a busted lip

All because I rap with a slang and hang...

With the South Park Coaliton game

Together forever, hard niggas real tight

Everybody strapped with them 9's and we will fight

Crashing bodies and throwin'em in the trash

Grab their pens and pads and shove it up their ass

Fuck the media...

[Bushwick Bill]

Fuck them mothafuckas, Dope-E...

(Fuck them mothafuckas, Dope-E, cause I don't love'em...)

Me and Dope-E are the world's first fully functional homicide agency...

(Them mothafuckas come on TV fucking with you, man...)

You don't really wanna fuck with me...

(Nothing but lies fucking us...)

Wait till they get a load of us...

(Wait till they