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Ganksta N-I-P

Rowdy Williams, (born Late August, 1966, better known as Ganksta N-I-P or Ganxsta Nip, is rapper from South Park, Houston, Texas and a member of the South Park Coalition, which he joined in 1987. In 1992 he released his debut album South Park Psycho. This record also help put the South Park Coalition name on the map due to world wide distribution from Rap-a-Lot. He also wrote the Geto Boys hit "Chuckie." NIP stands for "Nation of Islam is powerful" he is also a part of The Nation of Islam. Williams is also looked at as one of the godfathers of Horrorcore. more »

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1992

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A psycho ass nigga, I'm dissin' your crew
If you don't like the way I rap, tough shit nigga f*ck you
It's time for a murder, I'm finna' kick ass
Breast feed newborn babies with unleaded gas

Blood gushin' out your head, it's getting thicker and thicker
Pour some chocolate on your arm so it can taste like a Snicker
Push your ass off a building, check to see if you're dead
Blast back a second blade, plus I'll sharpen your fuckin' head

I'm strapped with the uzi, so get ready to die
Catch a nigga' while he sleep and strike a match in his eye
I'll sneak in your house and kill your ass for fun
Check to see if you're still sleepin', burn a hole in your tongue

Bloody bodies in caskets, the measure are drastic
Dead babies in my house suffocated by plastic

Think you can beat me? You gotta' be jokin' hoe...
Threw a brick in Houston, Texas, broke a window in Tokyo
Your sister stole my money, that's alright, I'ma slam her
Catch that bitch by herself, and beat her the f*ck up with a hammer

Throw your daughter in the air, hope that bitch break her leg
Be nice and help her up and kick her dead in the head
No bullshittin', you must be smokin that rock hoe
Snatch some meat out your stomach so I can make me a taco

You'll bleed from your head to your toe
That's how it is, when you fuckin wit' a psycho
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(Ain't playin with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(Ain't playin with y'all...)

A mothafuckin' psycho...I need to be dead
Took the knife out of my neck and ate the meat out' my own head
Necks and throats, bein' brutally torn'
Arms and legs dipped in blood taste good with some popcorn

I'm mentally psycho, insane with a triple-six
Six hundred dead cat heads screamin' in a crucifix
Yo I'll be damned if I don't get no respect
Drunk a pint of goat's blood, then I died in a squirrel's nest

Yeah

You mothafuckas' said you think that I'm soft
That's why you' bleedin' with a thousand dead rats in yo' fuckin mouth
To kill a nigga' is a chance I can't pass up
After hitting you wit' a stick, naw' don't fall...get yo' ass up!

Some say I'm crazy, some say I'm a crook
Cut up his body so damn bad, the flies said "UUUHHN!?"

I won't stop shootin' til' somebody gets shot
A bunch of bloody cut off fingers, anybody want red hots?
I won't sweat, but then I'm a threat
Here's a bullet for you, and your child that ain't born yet

You mothafuckas' still tryin' to diss
Beat a nigga' in his chest til' his stomach say "F*ck this!"
A violent nigga, stickin punks like paste
Hoe, I'll slap yo' ass so hard my hand will go through yo' fuckin' face

Marriage 
Me and yo' mama getting married soon...
After I f*ck her I'ma kill her at the honeymoon

You'll bleed from your head to your toe
That's how it is, when you fuckin wit' a psycho
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(Ain't playin with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(Ain't playin with y'all...)

This is a mothafuckin' WARNING.
A damn red alert
Squeeze yo' neck with some pliers til' I see blood squirt
I'ma crazy mothafucka', smokin' punks is my joy
You don't really wanna' f*ck with me boy

Flashbacks from Panama makes the gangster elite
12 O'Clock I'm out searching for some good looking brains to eat
Growin' and showin', steady
You talkin' shit to me? You must don't know who you fuckin' with

See what I'm saying; Ganksta Nip means "DOOM"
Mercenary plus a ninja, rifleman in a courtroom
Throats on a kite, got intentions to fight
Bodybags in the street, dogs eat good for a week

Bitch I'll shoot you in your face, you think I won't do it?
Charles Manson, Freddy Krueger, makin' babies drink lighter fluid

Yeah I'ma gangster, I ain't got time to be mushy
Keep yo' bitch out my face 'cause I might blow up her pussy
Graveyard in my bed, only when I get mad
Arms and legs in my closet, heads and throats in my trashbag

Talkin' that shit, you'll get beat with some switches
Blew up a convalescent center 'cause I hate old bitches
I try to be cool, but y'all won't leave me alone
South Park lunatic, with the mind of Jim Jones

I'm hard to beat, favorite food is raw meat
Two-Hundred blenders in my head, crushin' heads like pigs' feet

You'll bleed from your head to your toe
That's how it is, when you fuckin wit' a psycho
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(Ain't playin' with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(Ain't playin' with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(Ain't playin' with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(Ain't playin' with y'all...)

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