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

[Kon
The Kon born liar
Lie to your and moms
em Im a good kid
raised
Knowin i went to school
And and got blazed
Even weed i got a whole two
And bitch I did do it
Steal Ive been through it
that
Played buddy buddy and rob ya like nigga run
Bum cat, and bone hood rats they bleed on my floor mat
Nasty nigga, ya beleive that im a classy nigga
But im far that average joe that you know
Use people for at shoot outs
i started, cold hearted
Runnin reckless out your shorty till my neck twistin
Infectionist, bug we all ruff
Showed daddy love or slugs
Could tortured him, told me that he didnt wanna die
We forced him
Fuckin has his bat, when we brawled they fled
Now we layin dead with his head like Dirty Fihed
Come us with your heat and stabbed, nabbed and gagged
Jabbed and dragged and inside of a bag
fans been had, bamboozle, run em up
But you loosing the miniute _ and up

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

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,
this, jot it down 'cause Kuniva wrote this
The wild animal rhyme
Ferocious,
Nigga walkin behind you a dosage
Of tales that be stompin small soldiers
The reaper dipped in all black like folgers
four heaters and carrying five holsters
Suppose if i was to let you put up all posters
Let everybody think you was the
I'd rather strike you then the cobra
Box you up and ya
Take you underwater and you until its over
I you once you dumb _ with a blunt
That be off the dope fiends selllin tha _
Get your ass kicked quicker punts
Im sick of you
it back now Im upset
Yo' next
Im blowing smoke outta ya when it connect
Creepin insects and ridin with ten techs

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

Im a brand guy
Who loves to high
Got a ten inch dick and the gun the size
A named bitch
Whos with grey eyes
Who to suck dick and get hit by eight guys
Its bitch, you the fuck you thunk it was?
Gettin with drunken thug
Too numb to feel the buzz
Yall niggas the image
No gimmicks, No timids, no manners, and no
This time, bitch, Im all out
Whippin the out
Like get the out
Im miss crime, sick
Ask my peers in school
If you walk my way home robbed is like a ritual
Lyrical giant, tyrant who _
Just to get you to do what I
And you will
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 dead
Fuckin your new wife in brand new bed
Fuck your chicken head she suck anyway
anybody who say crime dont pay

Heard enough garbage to make a bust
Add just my magnum I had enuff
the sweetest mc in this camp tribe rivulry
To be as live as me keep em quiet like a
My rhymes are tight
And not
You find the mic
chicked pox, untouchable
Peep my _ aint to be
Ill test the globe and rip your domestic
warrior to rap to win
Knock the _, and slap the chin of the
Thinkin that fresher
Wanted conquest holdin the one sided contest
That explosive rappin
The wear a bomb vest
be a eliquit
A fellow pimp to with clips
Fuck _ kicks and being skinny with
Im the shhhhh, _
Like in a crack pot
I its best you act right
Ill confirm death, left the morgue _
D-12 is up like the fourth _
I whisper far to my granny
I push her down the stairwell
And im sendin her care
Like get you old hag
Ill bring the like a blow fag
Staplin one his to his sock
Doin jacks
Once we put you down bitch their aint no back
that

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

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