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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 captain or a
Granddaddy, daddy, or who's a Vietnam vet
battle you 50 deep
Solo artist dead beat
Derelicts on the
like thugs outta prison with slugs
While y'all start
grasses in a submission
(Lay down your pot to in)
Blow up the house you in
Believe me, we
And you is easy
Your whole album
Because you got platinum on it
make it hot
We steamroll with real
And that's that you not
I'm what you got
Then up camp at your spot
Foiling your
Every that you jot
I to the six like musty twat
A corpses that been cut up
And left in abandoned
Ya, derelicts
Comparing your
To ours is a up dream
The I done seen
Has me to a scandalous fiend
Sticking your peeps for
Gators or boots, nigga, I'm crushing your
As as it seems
Dismantling spleens til your whole
Walking funny like handicapped juggling
I rumble kings
More humble seen
it's time for me to kill again
Sincerely yours, the Kon

Ay yo
Competition of such
the one must
Let the bust
Brigade one

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

a mic
Slaughter life
Runnin' avenue bitch
and trife

Who's the fat
Rapping mo' master
coke that's whiter than Casper
Better run
I can all of you motherfuckers
And bitch I was with asthma
Fuck life, I'd rather track Daniels
Smoke weed and Cockerspaniels
A peeping Tom, I need Ridalin
girls
Bitch I only senior citizens
Your grandma, I'm the one that vic'd her
time you rush me
You better be a little bit
Run your in the house
And make full of liquor
I'm lettin' you throw the first
And ten of your toughest niggas
End ya
Like the day of December
(But did you that bitch?)
I was so I can't remember
I to be in a group
We had an who was the hottest
Now both them is dead
And I roll as a solo


Look bitch you out
I divide these bullets among your crew
And you five so you don't feel left out
red the hammer
I'm nailing in they spleens
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 dangerous
Cuffin' my
Spittin the out
Getting at you whether you out
Or you out
You exempt
this murderous attempt
I'm telling you
Undeniably you are a
Invincible, why you trying to be a boss
If the Kon Artis say it then it's
or without a gun
Eat a track and out a drum
one
Trust
Playing the of death
your last breath
'Til your last is left