[Intro: Point Blank]

Hahahaha, ay, this the last song on my album (Ay, it's killa man)

Haha, y'all know what's up, this that S.P.C. time (Yeah)

But we gon' do it a little different this year

I got Street Military in the house

(Nobody in the world can punk us)

My boy [?], PKO, Bizarre, ay

Ay, yo', man, I'm just gon' throw the mic up

(The unstoppable, the unstoppable)

But whoever get it, uh, just handle y'all business

[Verse 1: PSK-13]

Aw, shit

Point Blank threw the mic up, somehow, it landed in my fist

6-1-2-20, bitch, underhanded, plus I'm pissed

Ain't nothin' change but the clips

And some old chumps just got bumped off

Gave that axe some rest, just sawed the barrel of my pump off

Time to flex again, it's gettin' close to the end

Damn, I'm vexed again

More ignorant than a Mexican

Hold up a second, I got my second win

Slappin' that university, 1-3 done got his diploma

4 years of hard knocks, walkin' blocks, leavin' niggas in comas

Jack the nigga for some cheese

Then took the money from out behind

Straight soakin' weed, plus dead bodies uppin' formaldehyde

So I'm Mr. Sandman, please bring me a coffin

Better yet, bring 2 or 3, 'cause I be bumpin' niggas off often

Then you'll ask yourself why PSK-13 ain't never seen

Got away clean from the murder scene, just me and my Glock-17

I travel solo, me and my Timberlands with the steel toe

I swing that axe, then flow, ho's trippin' off these no doughs

[Verse 2: Klondike Kat]

Bitch, I'mma murderer, ho, so run for your life

Hide your fuckin' wife from the twelve blade butcher knife

Sni-per, death occurs in a blur

From the cyanide suicide battle cat lyrical purr

They comin' in thousands, and Kat, he thinks no pity

Electrified, blowin' up street towns and cities

Evacuate, no haste to race for the gates of Hell

Ten niggas fail, as I exhale

The lyrical rhymes got yo' ass in a vice, now there's knives

Ten thousands bombs implanted in a homing device

Slice twelve mice with a sharp grain of rice

Wanted in Hell for the murder of the anti-christ

Klondike Kat, destroying all opponents, and it

Blew up thirty galaxies, then rebuild in one minute

One rip from my claw grips new meat to gnaw

Disintegratin' a world with a corpse and a chainsaw

[Verse 3: Komodo DBX]

It's the master and activist, I flow styles accurate

The shit I attack you with's so hard, it have to hit

'Cause I come aggin' shit, I can talk the talk, and back the shit

Competition rappin' done faced me, slashed they wrists

DBX can tap shit, rip and repatch it

From one sound of the snap kick gets me so high I'm mad sick

So fly like an eagle

But I never could sing and shit, I jet, block, swing and hit

You slip into a coma whenever I connect mine

Keep from the TEC-9, I'll make you respect mine

Put the pistol to ya head, and explode in ya eardrum

It's strictly routine, I do that, and make a bear run

So here come DBX, come DBX-uh

Causin' more destruction than tyrannosaurus rex-uh

So now you know, I ain't the nigga to be fuckin' with

Unless you got big titties and you suckin' dick

[Verse 4: Black]

Nigga, blast your Glock two times if you claimin' that, G

And I'll be damned if you don't die bitch, if you aimin' at me

Break yourself while I take your wealth with this .211 jack, G

So act like you knew, it's Bl'izz'ack out them Backstreets

Up on parole, bitch, and I ain't scared to go back

'Cause that Glock'll fry yo' ass, straight rock-a-bye yo' ass

Lay yo' head on my pillow, and watch you wind up a goner

'Cause that silencers real, ho, and I'm gonna put you in a coma

Yo', it ain't a common for a nigga like me to store a

Bag full of bodies in the back of my '94 Explorer

But you can call me the Boogieman cause I be bumpin' off these marks

All the way to sugar land, to the Woodlands, back to South Park

[Verse 5]

Pullin' out my Glock, now watch these niggas drop

I'm creepin' through yo' cut, and everybody gets - popped

Aggravated and frustrated, I know you hoes hate it

Extra clips and one in the chamber, bitch, you can't fade it

I'm from the Park, the mothafuckin' Hyde Park

Caught slippin', get jacked in the heart of the mystic dark

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, I break bricks

Slit a nigga dick if he fuckin' with the clizznick

Pistol grippin' and whippin' a nigga in the '94

Ho's better surrender when I'm comin' through the back door

Don't ever violate, or step in my corner

Take yo' last breath, bitch, or slip into a coma

[Verse 6: Lil Flea]

Best you don't even test, 'cause I'm feedin' slugs to the test

Bullet wounds be bleedin', and leakin', blood through the vest

Look at all my missions I make, Crip walk, decisions to take

And you know any distance, I'll break

Cops tend to get dropped like fly weight

Better get some cuffs and shackles

'Cause I'm just too rough to wrestle

It'll take about 3 to tackle, it'll take about 4 to gaffle

Nigga, don't you know, comin' off some must

And I just can't be stopped

Put part-time cop in a lifetime box, on his night crime watch

If he pull me over, and I'm sober, I might let him live

If he pull me over, and I'm high, that's gon' get him killed

Fuckin' with Lil Flea, you will be dead and disposed of

Kill him in his sleep up in his bed, 'cause it's no love

Nigga, don't you know

My life is through and then I don't give a fuck

'Bout runnin' up in yo' house and bumpin' you off

And leavin' ya stuck

He done see my shit park, and it's piss dark on yo' fuckin' corner

Us killers gonna leave you in a fuckin' coma

[Verse 7: Pharoah]

The Killer Klan Organization, Military of the Streets wasn't soft

Pharoah's the type [?] to keepin' his mouth closed since elementary

Straight bone head up as I walk dawn a hall of strangers

Eager to peak over the tallest wall of danger

Let me remind ya, they'll find ya, fuck offed in a field, all for real

I ain't got time to be playin' right now

Son of a bitch, I'm down to kill and get away (get away)

'Cause the bearface won't hesitate to come investigate

So I best just break, fuck stains

Call me the king of thugs, and nigga that love to see ya die

A murderous that I heard of, bitch, don't let me get hold of that fry

'Cause if I do, I'm out of control, ya see

For nothin', that all I be thinkin', it's yo' life you owe me

I'm a ignorant son of a bitch, I been that way

Ever since the day my old lady spit me out her split

See, I don't give a damn about droppin' lead and imitate his head

'Cause after that, I bust him again, and make sure the nigga's dead

[Verse 8: K.B. Da Kidnappa]

Take a look at this crooked

Aw man, you are now bein' introduced to the quickness of a nigga

Really, I don't give a fuck, nigga, don't test your skill

I'mma eat 'em up, beat 'em up, 'cause he can't keep up

Better be no one to get rid of me

A power, drill style clickin', it's inside of me

Better be no one, finna be no one on this level that I'm on

A racin' G, it's a, nigga, K to the I to the D-N-A-double P-E-R

How you gon' react

I figure that you don't wanna be in the same room as me

I'mma clickin' style, changin', rearrangin'

Confused in the mind control, a holder of a 9

Comin' at your number one contender

Hit him from the back, did it in the way of a master

[?] Well even he can't understand how wicked a nigga can get

Anyway, come follow me

I'm one of the inventors of the next episode, I'mma fascinate

Remember the man with the skills, the hand movements

'Cause I'm rulin', enter the ways of a panther

Ask a mothafucka, man, I'd never-

[Verse 9: Triple XXX]

Now I'm back with this mothafuckin' shit

This nigga think it's a game, but not test the click

With a tat-tat-tat, this shit never even stop

That's why I'm leaving, yo', I like to bust on a cop

Cause them mothafuckas tryin' to play us like [?]

But I was one of them niggas that blast, G

With a tat-tat-tat, you will slip into an coma

Cause you's a bitch, and plus yo' ass is like a goner

That's why I click, and I will never stop

Until I see the infrared on yo fuckin' head, dreads

You bled, it's real, reality, it hurts

And you is in a coma, will you reach the dirt?

Bitch!

[Verse 10: Grimm]

The night is my power, that I must sleep is my weakness

Slipped into the coma, out in the streets with no treatments

So therapy, hysterics is the reason people stare at me

Prepare to be, guaranteed, one of the many scared of me

Skulls and crossbones, shouldn't have been frontin' homes

Got a path for cappin' domes, snappin' backs and castin' stones

Caught in a sleepwalk, y esto si e certo

To los que me cruzan, so los que de muertos

Murder the ones that cross me, heard of the guns go off, G

Best stop us now, what Imma do, but when through

'Cause I'm knowin' it's goin' to cost me

Lookin' out for the best of 'em

Then I'll have to shadow the next to Grimm

I could've meant that, within, there's some things

And you're done at the hand of a Mexican

[Verse 11: Dope-E]

Competition gettin' drove with a lyrical blow

The Holocauster grab the mic

'Cause I don't wanna hear you no mo'

So, you wanna know where my skill's at?

All around musician and intelligent lyrics, I'm pro black

I'm only [?], playin' terror tracks, makin' ya vomit

Those who wanna challenge are the dumbest, becometh

Gather around, and feel the whole diameter

Cut the circle in half with exact parameters

Mathematics allows me to retaliate numerically

One by one, they get a gun and still, they flee

They realize, no place to hide on the earth

So even jumpin' back in momma's womb

Changed out, did it, and rebirth

Still and yet, I rewind time, 'cause I'm Dope

Flip like a reciprocal, 'cause I'm a kaleidoscope

Shift my attack in a devious mode

Rhymes deeply rooted, not in spirit, but I got ya soul

[Verse 12: Alkatrazz]

Yo bitch sucked my dick, now, don't you think that's a nice trick

Not half as good, lend me yo' ear, and catch this ice pick

Alkatrazz is comin', comin' slowly for the night shift

Fuckin' over cops, and fillin' they assholes with nightsticks

It's kind of cruel, some say that I'm the Devil's tool

I'm no ones fool, I feel like bombin' an elementary school

I'm having flashbacks of asscrack for punction

Walkin' through class, 11 years old, grenades in my lunch kit

A tasty morsel, who knows what my cost will be

I stay the masistic lunatic of black sorcery

Ring the alarm and Alkatrazz will inflict harm

Won't be disarmed, it seems I posses a devilish charm

I seem to hypnotize my foes by the fear within

By the time I'm through, they do my biddin' with sinister grins

I'm known to laugh, while others struggle, seem to break in panic

Alkatrazz is labeled as Satanic (Hell yeah)

[Verse 13: K-Rino]

Yo', my overall meditative hypnosis

Is gained through daily carbon monoxide overdoses

Each word I write is like a rough caper

They put my pencil in jail

For tryin' to rape a fuckin' sheet of paper

When I chant, the most powerful man can't

Withstand the magic of a spiritual transplant

Twenty three years, and nothin' could stop me

Would've been twenty six

But it took mama three years to drop me

It's like sex when my thoughts run over

Put a rubber on my pencil

So it wouldn't nut in my folder

Suckas, I beat you down, then execute your wives

My book has rhymes from past, present, and future lives

Lyrical masses smashes and crashes

I keep havin' flashes of volcanic ashes

I swing and slap, when I knock out a bum

Kicked so much ass in July, that August was scared to come

[Verse 14]

Bitch, I'm called the tragedy, so step yo' ho ass back

And beware of this mothafuckin' fatal head crack

Bitch, you ain't know? I guess I should've told ya

That I'm a killer, ho, and I'll run yo' mothafuckin' ass over

But it's too late for that shit, it's gettin' serious

I'm droppin' body after body, and them laws get curious

So I watch my back just incase of an emergency (Yeah)

Mothafuckas out there never heard of me

Can I rip this mic in half? I'll slice your throat and laugh

I'm hard as a rock, ho, and sharp as mothafuckin' glass

So, it ain't no stoppin' this mothafuckin' massacre

Don't try and outlast her, niggas comin' after ya

[Verse 15]

Hello, it's Dr. Feelgood, but Feelgood, bitch, it's worse than that

Six shots in yo' back, how you like that, black?

Most niggas, they run up, more niggas get gunned up

Pumps the fun up, S.P.C. fucked yo' son up

Gettin' yo' staff, that stash is to test the skill

This yo' chance to grants, while [?blindfold?] buck that skrill

I ain't no dog and if you wanna test, then press yo' luck

That bulletproof vest can't protect that chest, shit, flex this pump

Bitch, you better take heed, I'm rippin' up domes, so high it stanks

I'm smokin' on danks, so roll this thangs, pumped up the MAC's

They comin' out smooth, bitch, better keep yo' cool

Damn well, I'm a fool, comin' out the-

[Verse 16: Point Blank]

If you fuck with me, I'mma put my hands on you

Even the ones that down, I'mma act like I don't know you

All bullshit to the side, kitty games, I don't play

And I'm serious what I say, I'll blow your ass away

Mothafucka, I'mma bear, I roll solo or in packs

Born and raised in the ghetto

Deep up underneath the cracks

So when I say I'm solid, best believe I'm made of steel

You can be paralyzed and still get a pack

Of shit they say you never feel

Oh, shit, is he real? Yeah, hell yeah, I'm real

Clutch me, better yet, touch me

And visualize a man that don't say much

If shots got to be buck, then they gon' buck

'Cause I don't play much

Intimidate suckas with the sound of my vocals

But I don't get the props that I deserve, 'cause I'm local

Some people think I'm crazy, I ain't crazy, I'm just ignorant

All my acts are premeditated, but you don't dig it

I stick it up your asshole far as I can push it

The man I'm talkin' about, couldn't be Point Blank

Now would it? Hell yeah, it's me, bitch

You fucked up when you opened up your ear

Now you slipped into a coma, and I wasn't even there

But, um, my brother locked down for the moment

And Ice Lord just got popped, on the drop

But I can't hold it, the situations critical

Everybody lookin' pitiful

It ain't what you said when you dissed against the principle

So for you all you clicks, and you clans, and you crews

From the east coast, to the west coast

Talkin' 'bout you payin' dues, step into this mass

And you gon' catch a blast

Fuckin' with this click and we gon' bring it to yo' ass!

Nigga

[Outro]

Rahh

Yeah, always say it's bring it to yo' ass

Nigga, bring it to yo' ass