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[Kon
I damage your
With the of the tech
sex
you ear to ear
With the of my Gillette
You couldn't get
If you was a or a cadet
Granddaddy, daddy, or uncle a Vietnam vet
I'll battle you 50
Solo artist dead beat
Derelicts on the
Wylin' thugs outta prison with slugs
While y'all start
Like grasses in a
(Lay down pot to piss in)
Blow up the you live in
me, we greedy
And you is easy
whole album cheesy
Because you got platinum on it
Don't it hot
We steamroll real niggas
And that's something you not
I'm what you got
Then up camp at your spot
Foiling plot
Every rhyme you jot
I rock to the six like musty
A dead corpses been cut up
And left in lots
Ya, theme
Comparing team
To is a fucked up dream
The shit I done
Has me to a scandalous fiend
Sticking your peeps for
Gators or boots, nigga, I'm your dreams
As as it seems
Dismantling spleens til your whole
Walking funny like handicapped teams
I rumble kings
More humble with
Until it's for me to kill again
Sincerely yours, the Kon

Ay yo
Competition of such
Derelicts the one
Let the guns
Brigade one

a mic
Slaughter life
Runnin soldiers bitch
It's water and
Competition ain't none
the one must
Let the bust
It's one trust

a mic
Slaughter your
Runnin' soldiers bitch
and trife

Who's the fat
Rapping mo' master
Snorting coke that's whiter than
run faster
I can out-smoke all of you
And bitch I was with asthma
Fuck life, I'd rather track Daniels
Smoke weed and Cockerspaniels
A Tom, nigga I need Ridalin
Fuck
I only date senior citizens
Your grandma, nigga I'm the one that her
Next you rush me
You better be a bit quicker
Run streets in the house
And make of malt liquor
I'm lettin' you throw the first
And ten of your toughest niggas
End ya
Like the last day of
(But did you that bitch?)
I was so drunk I can't
I to be in a group
We had an argument who was the
Now both them niggas is
And I roll as a solo


Look bitch you out
I divide these bullets among your crew
And give you five so you feel left out
red the hammer
I'm nailing niggas in spleens
Just to walking again a sympathetic dream
Energetic
Rap vandal and
MC's and wax you
Like your rap was Candle
a mic with no handles
Leaving you
Like walking the in old sandals
If you weeded or
Keep heat in your trunk
We beat you to
you up with permanent mumps
We playa
Cuffin' my
Spittin the out
at you whether you coming out
Or you out
You never
From murderous attempt
I'm telling you
you are a loss
Invincible, why you trying to be a mind
If the Kon Artis say it then it's
or without a gun
Eat a and spit out a drum
one
Trust
the game of death
Take your last
your last name is left