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it out
This is my shit fo
Its be off tha hook
Peep out
The Kon nigga

Artist]
The Kon Artist born
Lie to your and moms
em Im a good kid
Catholic
Knowin i went to school
And sweared and got
Even when i got a whole two
And that I did do it
Steal cars Ive through it
that
Played buddy buddy and rob ya nigga run that
Bum cat, and bone hood rats they bleed on my floor mat
Nasty nigga, ya beleive that im a classy nigga
But im far from that joe that you know
Use people for sheilds at shoot
That i started, hearted
Runnin reckless peep out shorty till my neck twistin
Infectionist, poisonus bug we all
Showed daddy love or slugs
Could have tortured him, told me that he wanna die
We still him
Fuckin peeps has his bat, when we they fled
Now we layin dead with his chicked head Dirty Fihed
Come battle us with your heat and stabbed, and gagged
Jabbed and dragged and inside of a bag
Your fans had, bamboozle, run em up
But you credibility the miniute _ and up

So that stank bitch with the saggy ass titties
all the niggas that dont represent our city
Fuck JLB they dont play of my shit
Fuck all them niggas be suckin our dicks

Sicker the
Pack a with a focus
Thats killin all the players and the
you in front of company like dirty roaches
Approach this and get served the situation,
Wrote this, jot it 'cause Kuniva wrote this
The wild rhyme colprut
Ferocious,
walkin behind you with a dosage
Of teffifyin tales that be small soldiers
The grim reaper in all black like folgers
Packing four heaters and five holsters
if i was to let you put up all your posters
Let think you was the dopest
I'd strike you quicker then the cobra
Box you up and ya
Take you underwater and you until its over
I told you once you _ with a blunt
be pullin off the dope fiends selllin tha _
Get your ass kicked quicker then
Im sick of you
it back now Im upset
Yo' next
Im blowing smoke ya chest when it connect
Creepin like insects and with ten techs

Ahh fuck any D.J that play Bizarre's shit
Fuck your I dont like her she dont suck dick
Fuck that nigga that shit to my crew
all yall niggas who say I dont like you

Im a named guy
Who to stay high
Got a ten inch and the gun the same size
A named bitch
Whos with grey eyes
Who loves to suck and get hit by eight guys
Its bitch, you the fuck you thunk it was?
Gettin drunk with drunken
Too fucken to feel the buzz
Yall niggas know the
No gimmicks, No timids, no manners, and no
time, bitch, Im goin all out
Whippin the out
Like get the out
Im miss crime, individual
Ask my peers in school
If you walk my way home gettin robbed is a ritual
Lyrical giant, tyrant who _
Just to get you to do I want
And bitch you
Sit you still, tie you up
to ill
And you face, Im with some shit that u can feel

Fuck all yall niggas who say dirty dozen's
your new wife in your brand new bed
Fuck your chicken head she dick anyway
Fuck anybody who say crime pay

Heard enough to make a glad bust
Add just my beef I had enuff
Snuff the sweetest mc in this camp tribe
To be as as me keep em quiet like a library
My rhymes are virgin
And not
You the mic suckable
Without pox, untouchable
my _ aint to be tested
Ill test the globe and rip through your
warrior to rap to win
Knock the _, and slap the chin of the
Thinkin they fresher
Wanted holdin down the one sided contest
explosive rappin nigga
The fans a bomb vest
be a eliquit
A fellow to mant with clips
Fuck _ kicks and being with zits
Im the shhhhh, _
cane in a crack pot
I its best you act right
Ill your death, left the morgue _
D-12 is blowin up like the _
I far well to my granny
I push her down the stairwell
And im her care mail
Like get you old hag
Ill bring the like a blow fag
Staplin one his gonads to his
Doin jumping
Once we put you down bitch their aint no back
Remember

Its the big guy, to get on you
Battle? I'll be to shit on you
Come against my crew and see who gets
Fuck I'll let you bring bats and brawl some of my
Shady ass niggas drunk or sober
Bizarre that was demo tape you just recorded
I dont a dam bitch Im just to ill
Gimme ten pills run across the Lambo Field
Like _ , _ _, think of the illest line know
And I bet you i said it
Just it, 'cause you niggas pathetic
Pop shit, yall go and get it
Beat your ass hang ya this fuckin mic cord
Fuck the sword, I quote my in billboard
Suck my dick while I laugh its funny
And drive off she yell
"Where's my money"

Fuck any who beef with d-12
Fuck all yall their pussy's smell
Fuck anybody that wanna tha beef
Fuck all yall hoes that say my stick
Fuck them niggas dont give us radio play
Fuck takin a bath i dont wash
Fuck anybody to be on our team
Fuck all yall niggas with them weak ass
Fuck all them niggas watchin videos to be rappers that their not 'cause they rock the fucken spot
Fuck all yall niggas with them dirty ass shoes come in the like your dope and your singing the blues
Fuck tryin to kiss our ass
Fuck all yall niggas who wont cut my
Fuck all niggas who aint getitn no money
Fuck all yo' hoes who wont let me stick their
Fuck all the who aint givin up the sex
Fuck all you niggas and im askin next
anybody wanna battle my crew
Fuck, you, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck you
Fuck wanna get down with _
all yall niggas sayin you cant feel my mommy
Fuck you
Fuck daddy
Fuck gramma
Fuck his
Fuck people
everybody
Fuck his
Fuck Gotti
the Mafia
_
Fuck New
Detriot
Fuck New
California