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[Kon
I damage your
With the of the tech
sex
you ear to ear
With the razor of my
You get respect
If you was a captain or a
Granddaddy, daddy, or who's a Vietnam vet
I'll you 50 deep
artist shocker dead beat
Derelicts on the
Wylin' like thugs outta with slugs
While start screaming
Like in a submission
(Lay down pot to piss in)
up the house you live in
Believe me, we
And often you is
Your whole album
you got platinum artists on it
Don't it hot
We steamroll with real
And that's that you not
I'm vampin you got
Then up camp at your spot
Foiling your
rhyme that you jot
I rock to the six like twat
A dead that been cut up
And left in lots
Ya, derelicts
Comparing your
To ours is a fucked up
The shit I done
Has turned me to a scandalous
your peeps for cream
Gators or boots, nigga, I'm your dreams
As as it seems
Dismantling spleens til whole clique's
Walking funny like handicapped juggling
I rumble with
More humble seen
Until it's time for me to again
Sincerely yours, the Kon

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

a mic
Slaughter your
Runnin avenue soldiers
water and trife
Competition none such
the one must
Let the guns
Brigade one trust

a mic
Slaughter life
avenue soldiers bitch
Smarter and

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 asthma
Fuck life, I'd rather track Jack
Smoke and rape Cockerspaniels
A peeping Tom, nigga I need
Fuck
Bitch I only date senior
Your grandma, nigga I'm the one vic'd her
Next time you me
You be a little bit quicker
Run your streets in the
And full of malt liquor
I'm you throw the first blow
And bring ten of your toughest
End ya
Like the last day of
(But did you that bitch?)
I was so I can't remember
I to be in a group
We had an argument who was the
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 don't feel out
red the hammer
I'm nailing niggas in spleens
Just to make walking a sympathetic dream
schemes
Rap and dismantle
Tackle and wax you
Like rap name was Candle
Grabbing a mic with no
you dusty
Like the desert in old sandals
If you weeded or
Keep your heat in trunk
We you to lumps
Swell you up with permanent
We playa
my chews
Spittin the out
Getting at you whether you out
Or you out
You exempt
From this murderous
I'm telling you
you are a loss
Invincible, why you trying to be a mind
If the Kon Artis say it it's done
With or a gun
Eat a track and spit out a
one
Trust
Playing the of death
Take your last
'Til last name is left