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[Kon
I damage neck
the butt of the tech
sex
you ear to ear
With the razor of my
You get respect
If you was a or a cadet
Granddaddy, daddy, or uncle a Vietnam vet
I'll you 50 deep
Solo artist shocker dead
Derelicts on the
Wylin' like thugs prison with slugs
While y'all screaming
grasses in a submission
(Lay down your pot to in)
up the house you live in
Believe me, we
And often you is
Your album cheesy
Because you got artists on it
make it hot
We steamroll real niggas
And something that you not
I'm what you got
Then setting up at your spot
Foiling plot
rhyme that you jot
I rock to the six like twat
A dead corpses been cut up
And in abandoned lots
Ya, theme
Comparing team
To ours is a up dream
The shit I seen
Has turned me to a fiend
Sticking your peeps for
or boots, nigga, I'm crushing your dreams
As foul as it
Dismantling spleens til your clique's
Walking funny like handicapped teams
I rumble with
More humble seen
Until it's time for me to again
yours, the Kon Artis

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

a mic
Slaughter your
Runnin soldiers bitch
It's and trife
Competition none such
Derelicts the one
Let the guns
It's Brigade one

a mic
Slaughter life
avenue soldiers bitch
Smarter and

Who's the fat
Rapping mo' master
Snorting coke that's than Casper
run faster
I can all of you motherfuckers
And bitch I was born with
life, I'd rather track Jack Daniels
Smoke weed and rape
A peeping Tom, nigga I Ridalin
Fuck
Bitch I only date senior
Your grandma, nigga I'm the one vic'd her
time you rush me
You better be a bit quicker
Run streets in the house
And make of malt liquor
I'm lettin' you throw the first
And bring ten of your niggas
End ya
the last day of December
(But did you rape bitch?)
I was so drunk I remember
I used to be in a
We had an argument who was the
Now both them is dead
And I roll as a artist


Look bitch you out
I these bullets equally among your crew
And you five so you don't feel left out
red the hammer
I'm nailing in they spleens
Just to make again a sympathetic dream
Energetic
Rap vandal and
MC's and wax you
Like your rap was Candle
Grabbing a mic with no
Leaving you
walking the desert in old sandals
If you or drunk
Keep your heat in your
We you to lumps
Swell you up permanent mumps
We dangerous
Cuffin' my
the phlegm out
Getting at you you coming out
Or you out
You never
this murderous attempt
I'm telling you
Undeniably you are a
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 game of
Take your breath
your last name is left