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[Kon
I damage your
With the 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
battle you 50 deep
Solo shocker dead beat
on the loose
Wylin' like outta prison with slugs
While y'all start
Like grasses in a
(Lay down pot to piss in)
Blow up the house you in
me, we greedy
And often you is
Your album cheesy
Because you got artists on it
Don't it hot
We steamroll with real
And something that you not
I'm vampin you got
setting up camp at your spot
Foiling your
Every rhyme you jot
I rock to the six musty twat
A dead corpses been cut up
And in abandoned lots
Ya, theme
Comparing your
To ours is a up dream
The shit I done
Has turned me to a scandalous
Sticking peeps for cream
Gators or boots, nigga, I'm crushing dreams
As foul as it
Dismantling spleens til your whole
Walking funny like handicapped teams
I rumble with
More with seen
Until it's time for me to kill
yours, the Kon Artis

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

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

a mic
Slaughter your
Runnin' avenue soldiers
and trife

Who's the fat
that mo' master
Snorting coke whiter than Casper
run faster
I can out-smoke all of you
And bitch I was born with
Fuck life, I'd rather track Jack
Smoke weed and rape
A peeping Tom, nigga I need
Fuck
I only date senior citizens
Your grandma, nigga I'm the one vic'd her
time you rush me
You be a little bit quicker
Run your streets in the
And make full of malt
I'm lettin' you throw the blow
And bring ten of your niggas
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 artist


Look you stressed out
I divide these bullets among your crew
And give you five so you feel left out
Like red the
I'm nailing niggas in they
Just to make walking again a sympathetic
Energetic
Rap and dismantle
Tackle and wax you
Like your rap name was
a mic with no handles
Leaving you
Like walking the in old sandals
If you weeded or
Keep your heat in your
We you to lumps
you up with permanent mumps
We playa
my chews
Spittin the out
Getting at you whether you out
Or you out
You never
this murderous attempt
I'm you pimp
you are a loss
Invincible, why you to be a mind boss
If the Kon Artis say it then done
With or a gun
Eat a track and out a drum
one
Trust
Playing the of death
Take your breath
'Til last name is left