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

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

So fuck that bitch with the saggy ass titties
Fuck all the niggas dont represent our city
Fuck JLB dont play none 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 the situation, hopeless
Wrote this, jot it down 'cause Kuniva wrote
The animal rhyme colprut
Ferocious,
Nigga walkin behind you with a
Of tales that be stompin small soldiers
The reaper dipped in all black like 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 strike you quicker the cobra
Box you up and ya
you underwater and hold you until its over
I told you once you dumb _ with a
be pullin off the dope fiends selllin tha _
Get your ass kicked then punts
Im of you punks
it back now Im upset
Yo' next
Im blowing outta ya chest when it connect
Creepin insects and ridin with ten techs

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

Im a named guy
Who loves to high
Got a ten inch dick and the gun the same
A bitch named
Whos thick with grey
Who loves to suck dick and get hit by eight
Its Bugz bitch, you the you thunk it was?
Gettin drunk with thug
Too numb to feel the buzz
Yall know the image
No gimmicks, No timids, no manners, and no
This time, bitch, Im all out
the four out
Like get the out
Im miss crime, individual
Ask my in middle school
If you walk my way home gettin is like a ritual
giant, tyrant who lies _
Just to get you to do I want
And bitch you
Sit you still, tie you up
to ill
And destroy you face, Im with shit that u can feel

all yall niggas who say dirty dozen's dead
Fuckin your new wife in your new bed
Fuck your chicken she suck dick anyway
Fuck who say crime dont pay

Heard enough to make a glad bust
Add just my beef I had enuff
Snuff the mc in this camp tribe rivulry
To be as live as me keep em quiet a library
My rhymes are tight
And not
You the mic suckable
chicked pox, untouchable
Peep my _ to be tested
Ill test the globe and rip through domestic
Majestic to rap to win
Knock the _, and the chin of the aggresor
that they fresher
Wanted conquest holdin down the one sided
That explosive rappin
The fans wear a vest
be a eliquit
A fellow pimp to mant clips
Fuck _ and being skinny with zits
Im the shhhhh, _
Like cane in a pot
I thinks its best you act
Ill your death, left the morgue _
D-12 is blowin up the fourth _
I far well to my granny
I push her down the stairwell
And im her care mail
get well you old hag
Ill bring the like a blow fag
Staplin one his to his sock
Doin jumping
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
Come my crew and see who gets destroyed
Fuck I'll let you bring bats and some of my boyz
ass niggas wether drunk or sober
Bizarre that was demo tape you just over
I dont a dam bitch Im just to ill
Gimme ten pills y'all run across the Field
Like _ , _ _, think of the illest line know
And I bet you i said it
Just forget it, you niggas pathetic
Pop shit, yall go and get it
Beat your ass hang ya with this mic cord
the sword, I quote my raps in billboard
Suck my dick I laugh like its funny
And drive off while she
"Where's my money"

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