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[Kon
I your neck
With the butt of the
sex
you ear to ear
With the razor of my
You couldn't get
If you was a captain or a
Granddaddy, daddy, or uncle who's a vet
I'll battle you 50
Solo artist shocker dead
Derelicts on the
Wylin' like thugs prison with slugs
While start screaming
Like grasses in a
(Lay down your pot to in)
Blow up the house you in
Believe me, we
And you is easy
whole album cheesy
Because you got platinum on it
Don't it hot
We with real niggas
And that's something you not
I'm vampin you got
Then up camp at your spot
Foiling your
Every rhyme you jot
I to the six like musty twat
A dead corpses that cut up
And left in lots
Ya, derelicts
Comparing your
To ours is a fucked up
The I done seen
Has turned me to a scandalous
Sticking your peeps for
or boots, nigga, I'm crushing your dreams
As as it seems
Dismantling spleens til your whole
Walking funny like juggling teams
I rumble kings
More humble with
Until 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 avenue bitch
water and trife
Competition none such
the one must
Let the bust
It's one trust

a mic
Slaughter life
avenue soldiers bitch
Smarter and

Who's the fat
Rapping that mo'
Snorting coke that's whiter Casper
Better run
I can out-smoke all of you
And bitch I was with asthma
Fuck life, I'd rather Jack Daniels
Smoke weed and Cockerspaniels
A peeping Tom, nigga I need
girls
Bitch I only date senior
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 of malt liquor
I'm lettin' you the first blow
And ten of your toughest niggas
End ya
Like the last day of
(But did you rape bitch?)
I was so drunk I can't
I used to be in a
We had an who was the hottest
Now both them niggas is
And I as a solo artist


Look bitch you out
I divide these equally among your crew
And give you five so you don't feel out
red the hammer
I'm nailing niggas in spleens
Just to walking again a sympathetic dream
Energetic
Rap vandal and
MC's and wax you
Like your rap was Candle
a mic with no handles
Leaving you
Like the desert in old sandals
If you weeded or
Keep heat in your trunk
We beat you to
you up with permanent mumps
We playa
my chews
Spittin the out
Getting at you whether you out
Or you out
You exempt
From this murderous
I'm you pimp
Undeniably you are a
Invincible, why you trying to be a mind
If the Kon Artis say it it's done
or without a gun
Eat a track and spit out a
one
Trust
Playing the game of
your last breath
'Til your last name is