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[Kon
I damage your
With the of the tech
sex
you ear to ear
With the of my Gillette
You get respect
If you was a or a cadet
Granddaddy, daddy, or uncle who's a vet
I'll you 50 deep
Solo shocker dead beat
on the loose
Wylin' like thugs prison with slugs
y'all start screaming
Like grasses in a
(Lay your pot to piss in)
up the house you live in
me, we greedy
And often you is
Your whole cheesy
Because you got platinum on it
make it hot
We with real niggas
And that's that you not
I'm vampin you got
Then up camp at your spot
your plot
Every that you jot
I rock to the six musty twat
A corpses that been cut up
And left in lots
Ya, theme
Comparing team
To ours is a up dream
The I done seen
Has turned me to a scandalous
Sticking your peeps for
Gators or boots, nigga, I'm crushing dreams
As foul as it
Dismantling spleens til whole clique's
Walking funny like handicapped juggling
I with kings
humble with seen
Until it's time for me to kill
yours, the Kon Artis

Ay yo
Competition of such
Derelicts the one
Let the bust
one trust

a mic
Slaughter your
Runnin avenue bitch
water and trife
Competition ain't none
the one must
Let the guns
It's Brigade one

a mic
Slaughter life
Runnin' soldiers bitch
Smarter and

Who's the fat
Rapping that mo'
Snorting coke that's whiter Casper
Better run
I can out-smoke all of you
And bitch I was with asthma
Fuck life, I'd rather track Jack
Smoke and rape Cockerspaniels
A peeping Tom, nigga I need
Fuck
Bitch I only date citizens
grandma, nigga I'm the one that vic'd her
Next time you me
You better be a little bit
Run your streets in the
And make of malt liquor
I'm you throw the first blow
And bring ten of your toughest
End ya
the last day of December
(But did you that bitch?)
I was so drunk I can't
I to be in a group
We had an who was the hottest
Now both them niggas is
And I roll as a artist


Look you stressed out
I divide these equally among your crew
And you five so you don't feel left out
red the hammer
I'm nailing niggas in spleens
to make walking again a sympathetic dream
Energetic
Rap vandal and
Tackle and wax you
Like your rap was Candle
Grabbing a mic no handles
Leaving you
Like walking the desert in old
If you weeded or
your heat in your trunk
We you to lumps
Swell you up with mumps
We playa
Cuffin' my
Spittin the out
Getting at you whether you out
Or you out
You never
From this murderous
I'm you pimp
Undeniably you are a
Invincible, why you trying to be a mind
If the Kon Artis say it then done
or without a gun
Eat a track and out a drum
one
Trust
Playing the of death
Take your breath
'Til last name is left