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[Kon
I damage neck
the butt of the tech
sex
you ear to ear
With the razor of my
You couldn't get
If you was a or a cadet
Granddaddy, daddy, or uncle who's a vet
I'll battle you 50
Solo artist shocker dead
on the loose
Wylin' thugs outta prison with slugs
While y'all start
Like grasses in a
(Lay your pot to piss in)
up the house you live in
Believe me, we
And you is easy
Your whole cheesy
you got platinum artists on it
Don't it hot
We steamroll with real
And something that you not
I'm what you got
Then setting up camp at your
Foiling your
rhyme that you jot
I rock to the six musty twat
A dead that been cut up
And in abandoned lots
Ya, derelicts
your team
To ours is a up dream
The shit I done
Has turned me to a fiend
Sticking your for cream
Gators or boots, nigga, I'm your dreams
As as it seems
Dismantling spleens til whole clique's
Walking funny handicapped juggling teams
I with kings
More humble seen
Until it's for me to kill again
Sincerely yours, the Kon

Ay yo
Competition of none's
the one must
Let the guns
one trust

a mic
Slaughter your
Runnin avenue soldiers
water and trife
Competition ain't such
the one must
Let the bust
It's Brigade one

a mic
Slaughter your
Runnin' avenue bitch
and trife

Who's the fat
Rapping that mo'
Snorting that's whiter than Casper
run faster
I can out-smoke all of you
And bitch I was born asthma
Fuck life, I'd rather track Jack
weed and rape Cockerspaniels
A peeping Tom, nigga I Ridalin
girls
Bitch I only date citizens
Your grandma, nigga I'm the one that her
Next you rush me
You better be a bit quicker
Run your in the house
And make full of liquor
I'm lettin' you throw the blow
And bring ten of your toughest
End ya
Like the day of December
(But did you rape bitch?)
I was so I can't remember
I used to be in a
We had an who was the hottest
Now them niggas is dead
And I roll as a solo


Look you stressed out
I divide these bullets equally your crew
And give you five so you don't feel out
Like red the
I'm nailing niggas in they
to make walking again a sympathetic dream
Energetic
Rap and dismantle
MC's and wax you
Like rap name was Candle
Grabbing a mic with no
Leaving you
Like walking the in old sandals
If you weeded or
Keep heat in your trunk
We beat you to
Swell you up with permanent
We playa
Cuffin' my
Spittin the out
Getting at you whether you out
Or you out
You never
From this attempt
I'm telling you
you are a loss
Invincible, why you to be a mind boss
If the Kon Artis say it then it's
With or a gun
Eat a and spit out a drum
one
Trust
Playing the of death
Take your breath
'Til your last name is