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

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

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

Sicker the
a cannon with a focus
Thats all the players and the coaches
Embarrass you in front of company like roaches
Approach and get served the situation, hopeless
Wrote this, jot it down 'cause wrote this
The animal rhyme colprut
Ferocious,
Nigga walkin behind you a dosage
Of teffifyin tales that be stompin small
The grim dipped in all black like folgers
Packing four and carrying five holsters
if i was to let you put up all your posters
Let everybody you was the dopest
I'd rather strike you quicker the cobra
Box you up and ya
Take you underwater and you until its over
I told you once you dumb _ a blunt
That be pullin off the fiends selllin tha _
Get ass kicked quicker then punts
Im sick of you
it back now Im upset
Yo' niggas
Im blowing smoke outta ya when it connect
Creepin like insects and ridin ten techs

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

Im a named guy
Who loves to high
Got a ten dick and the gun the same size
A named bitch
Whos thick with grey
Who loves to suck dick and get hit by eight
Its bitch, you the fuck you thunk it was?
Gettin drunk with thug
Too fucken numb to feel the
niggas know the image
No gimmicks, No timids, no manners, and no
time, bitch, Im goin all out
Whippin the out
get the dough out
Im miss crime, individual
Ask my peers in school
If you walk my way home gettin 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 destroy you face, Im with shit that u can feel

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

Heard enough to make a glad bust
Add just my magnum I had enuff
Snuff the sweetest mc in this tribe rivulry
To be as live as me keep em quiet like a
My are virgin tight
And not
You find the mic
Without pox, untouchable
my _ aint to be tested
Ill the globe and rip through your domestic
Majestic to rap to win
Knock the _, and slap the of the aggresor
Thinkin they fresher
conquest holdin down the one sided contest
That explosive rappin
The fans a bomb vest
be a eliquit
A fellow pimp to mant clips
_ kicks and being skinny with zits
Im the shhhhh, _
Like cane in a pot
I thinks its you act right
Ill confirm death, left the morgue _
is blowin up like the fourth _
I whisper far to my granny
Till I push her down the
And im sendin her mail
Like get you old hag
Ill bring the pain a blow fag
one his gonads 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? I'll be to shit on you
Come against my crew and see who gets
Fuck I'll let you bring and brawl some of my boyz
Shady ass niggas wether drunk or
Bizarre that was tape you just recorded over
I dont a dam bitch Im just to ill
ten pills y'all 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 with fuckin mic cord
Fuck the sword, I my raps in billboard
my dick while I laugh like its funny
And drive off while she
"Where's my money"

Fuck any body who beef d-12
Fuck all momma their pussy's smell
Fuck anybody wanna bring tha beef
Fuck all hoes that say my feet stick
Fuck them niggas that dont give us radio
takin a bath i dont wash anyways
Fuck anybody to be on our team
Fuck all yall niggas with them weak ass
Fuck all them niggas videos to be rappers that their 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 singing the
anybody tryin to kiss our ass
Fuck all niggas who wont cut my grass
Fuck all them who aint getitn no money
Fuck all yo' hoes who wont let me stick their
Fuck all the girls who givin up the sex
all you niggas and im askin whos next
Fuck anybody wanna my crew
Fuck, you, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck you
anybody wanna get down with _
Fuck all yall sayin you cant feel my mommy
you mommy
Fuck your
Fuck your
his caddy
Fuck your
everybody
Fuck his
John Gotti
Fuck the
_
Fuck New
Fuck
Fuck New
California