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This is my fo real
Its be off tha hook
this out
The Kon Artist

Artist]
The Kon born liar
Lie to your and moms
Tell em Im a kid
Catholic
Knowin i to public school
And sweared and got
weed when i got a whole two
And bitch I did do it
Steal cars Ive been it
Done
Played buddy buddy and rob ya like nigga run
Bum cat, and bone hood rats they bleed on my floor mat
Nasty nigga, make ya beleive that im a classy
But im far from that average joe that you
Use people for sheilds at outs
That i started, cold
reckless peep out your shorty till my neck twistin
Infectionist, bug we all ruff
Showed your daddy love or
Could have tortured him, told me he didnt wanna die
We forced him
Fuckin peeps has his bat, when we they fled
Now we layin dead his chicked head like Dirty Fihed
battle us with your heat and stabbed, nabbed and gagged
Jabbed and dragged and inside of a bag
Your been had, bamboozle, run em up
But you loosing credibility the _ and up

So that stank bitch with the saggy ass titties
all the niggas that dont represent our city
Fuck JLB dont play none of my shit
Fuck all them niggas be suckin our dicks

Sicker the
Pack a cannon with a
Thats killin all the players and the
Embarrass you in front of like dirty roaches
Approach and get served the situation, hopeless
Wrote this, jot it down Kuniva wrote this
The wild rhyme colprut
Ferocious,
Nigga behind you with a dosage
Of tales that be stompin small soldiers
The grim reaper dipped in all black folgers
Packing four and carrying five holsters
Suppose if i was to let you put up all your
Let think you was the dopest
I'd rather you quicker then the cobra
Box you up and ya
Take you and hold you until its over
I told you once you dumb _ a blunt
That be pullin off the dope selllin tha _
Get your ass quicker then punts
Im of you punks
Cock it now Im upset
Yo' next
Im blowing smoke outta ya when it connect
Creepin like insects and ridin ten techs

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

Im a brand guy
Who loves to stay
Got a ten dick and the gun the same size
A named bitch
Whos with grey eyes
Who to suck dick and get hit by eight guys
Its Bugz bitch, you the fuck you it was?
Gettin drunk drunken thug
Too fucken numb to feel the
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 in middle school
If you my way home gettin robbed is like a ritual
Lyrical giant, tyrant who _
Just to get you to do I want
And you will
Sit you still, tie you up
to ill
And destroy you face, Im with some that u can feel

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

Heard enough to make a glad bust
Add just my beef I had enuff
Snuff the sweetest mc in this tribe rivulry
To be as live as me em quiet like a library
My rhymes are virgin
And not
You find the mic
Without chicked pox,
Peep my _ to be tested
Ill test the globe and rip your domestic
warrior to rap to win
Knock the _, and slap the chin of the
Thinkin they fresher
Wanted conquest holdin down the one sided
That explosive nigga
The wear a bomb vest
Style be a
A pimp to mant with clips
Fuck _ and being skinny with zits
Im the shhhhh, _
Like in a crack pot
I its best you act right
Ill confirm death, left the morgue _
D-12 is blowin up the fourth _
I far well to my granny
Till I push her the stairwell
And im sendin her care
Like get you old hag
Ill bring the pain like a fag
Staplin one his gonads to his
jumping jacks
Once we put you down their aint no comin back
Remember

Its the big guy, to get on you
Battle? be glad to shit on you
Come against my and see who gets destroyed
Fuck I'll let you bring bats and brawl some of my
Shady ass niggas wether or sober
Bizarre that was tape you just recorded over
I give a dam bitch Im just to ill
ten pills y'all run across the Lambo Field
Like bitches _ , _ _, think of the line know
And I bet you i said it
forget 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 raps in
Suck my dick while I laugh like its
And drive off she yell
"Where's my money"

Fuck any body who with d-12
Fuck all yall momma their smell
anybody that wanna bring tha beef
Fuck all yall that say my feet stick
Fuck them that dont give us radio play
Fuck a bath i dont wash anyways
anybody tryin to be on our team
Fuck all yall with them weak ass dream
Fuck all them niggas watchin to be rappers that their not 'cause they cant rock the fucken spot
Fuck all yall niggas them dirty ass shoes come in the club like your dope and your singing the blues
anybody tryin to kiss our ass
Fuck all niggas who wont cut my grass
Fuck all them niggas who aint getitn no
Fuck all yo' hoes who let me stick their honey
all the girls who aint givin up the sex
Fuck all you and im askin whos next
Fuck anybody wanna battle my
Fuck, Fuck you, Fuck, Fuck, you
Fuck wanna get down with _
Fuck all yall niggas sayin you feel my mommy
Fuck you
Fuck daddy
your gramma
Fuck his
Fuck your
everybody
Fuck his
Fuck John
the Mafia
_
Fuck New
Fuck
New Jersy
Fuck