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Album:The Underground EP
Track:Activity as Phuctivity
Date Added:18/10/2007
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Check it out
This is my shit fo real
gunna be off tha hook
Peep this out
The Kon Artist nigga

(Kon Artist)

The Kon Artist born liar
Lie to your pops and moms
Tell em Im a good kid

Catholic raised
Knowin i went to public school
And sweared and got blazed

Even weed when i got a whole two
And that bitch I did do it
Steal cars Ive been
through it
Done that
Played buddy buddy and rob ya like nigga run that
Bum cat,
and bone hood rats till they bleed on my floor mat
Nasty nigga, make ya beleive that im a
classy nigga
But im far from that average joe that you know
Use people for sheilds at
shoot outs
That i started, cold hearted
Runnin reckless peep out your shorty till my
neck twistin
Infectionist, poisonus bug we all ruff
Showed your daddy love or slugs

Could have tortured him, told me that he didnt wanna die
We still forced him

Fuckin peeps has his bat, when we brawled they fled
Now we layin dead with his chicked
head like Dirty Fihed
Come battle us with your heat and stabbed, nabbed and gagged
and dragged and thrown inside of a bag
Your fans been had, bamboozle, run em up
But you
loosing credibility the miniute __ and up

So fuck that stank bitch with the saggy
ass titties
Fuck all the niggas that dont represent our city
Fuck JLB they dont play
none of my shit
Fuck all them niggas that be suckin our dicks


Sicker the tuburculosis
Pack a cannon with a focus
Thats killin all the players
and the coaches
Embarrass you in front of company like dirty roaches
Approach this and
get served the situation, hopeless
Wrote this, jot it down cuz Kuniva wrote this
wild animal rhyme colprut
Ferocious, closest
Nigga walkin behind you with a dosage

Of teffifyin tales that be stompin small soldiers
The grim reaper dipped in all black
like folgers
Packing four heaters and carrying five holsters
Suppose if i was to let you
put up all your posters
Let everybody think you was the dopest
I'd rather strike you
quicker then the cobra
Box you up and sold ya
Take you underwater and hold you until its
I told you once you dumb ___ with a blunt
That be pullin off the dope fiends
selllin tha ___
Get your ass kicked quicker then punts
Im sick of you punks
it back now Im upset
Yo' niggas next
Im blowing smoke outta ya chest when it connect

Creepin like insects and ridin with ten techs

Ahh fuck any D.J that dont play
Bizarre's shit
Fuck your sister I dont like her she dont suck dick
Fuck that nigga that
talk shit to my crew
Fuck all yall niggas who say I dont like you

a brand named guy
Who loves to stay high
Got a ten inch dick and the gun the same size

A bitch named bitch
Whos thick with grey eyes
Who loves to suck dick and get hit
by eight guys
Its Bugz bitch, you the fuck you thunk it was?
Gettin drunk with drunken
Too fucken numb to feel the buzz
Yall niggas know the image
No gimmicks, No
timids, no manners, and no limits
This time, bitch, Im goin all out
Whippin the four out

Like get the dough out
Im miss crime, sick individual
Ask my peers in middle
If you walk my way home gettin robbed is like a ritual
Lyrical giant, tyrant who
lies ___
Just to get you to do what I want
And bitch you will
Sit you still, tie
you up
Begin to ill
And destroy you face, Im with some shit that u can feel

Fuck all yall niggas who say dirty dozen's dead
Fuckin your new wife in your brand
new bed
Fuck your chicken head she suck dick anyway
Fuck anybody who say crime dont pay

Heard enough garbage to make a glad bust
Add just my magnum beef I
had enuff
Snuff the sweetest mc in this camp tribe rivulry
To be as live as me keep em
quiet like a library
My rhymes are virgin tight
And not fuck-with-able
You find
the mic suckable
Without chicked pox, untouchable
Peep my __ aint to be tested
test the globe and rip through your domestic
Majestic warrior to rap to win
Knock the
__, and slap the chin of the aggresor
Thinkin that they fresher
Wanted conquest holdin
down the one sided contest
That explosive rappin nigga
The fans wear a bomb vest

Style be a eliquit
A fellow pimp to mant with clips
Fuck __ kicks and being
skinny with zits
Im the shhhhh, ___
Like cane in a crack pot
I thinks its best you
act right
Ill confirm your death, left the morgue ___
D-12 is blowin up like the fourth
I whisper far well to my granny
Till I push her down the stairwell
And im
sendin her care mail
Like get well you old hag
Ill bring the pain like a blow fag

Staplin one his gonads to his sock
Doin jumping jacks
Once we put you down bitch
their aint no comin back
Remember that

Its the big guy, quick to
get on you
Battle? I'll be glad to shit on you
Come against my crew and see who gets
Fuck I'll let you bring bats and brawl some of my boyz
Shady ass niggas wether
drunk or sober
Bizarre that was demo tape you just recorded over
I dont give a dam bitch
Im just to ill
Gimme ten pills y'all run across the Lambo Field
Like bitches __ , __ __,
think of the illest line know
And I bet you i already said it
Just forget it, cuz you
niggas pathetic
Pop shit, yall niggas go and get it
Beat your ass hang ya with this
fuckin mic cord
Fuck the sword, I quote my raps in billboard
Suck my dick while I laugh
like its funny
And drive off while she yell
"Where's my money"

Fuck any body
who beef with d-12
Fuck all yall momma their pussy's smell
Fuck anybody that wanna bring
tha beef
Fuck all yall hoes that say my feet stick
Fuck them niggas that dont give us
radio play
Fuck takin a bath i dont wash anyways
Fuck anybody tryin to be on our team

Fuck all yall niggas with them weak ass dream
Fuck all them niggas watchin videos to be
that their not cuz they cant rock the fucken spot
Fuck all yall niggas with them
dirty ass shoes come
in the club like your dope and your singing the blues
Fuck anybody
tryin to kiss our ass
Fuck all yall niggas who wont cut my grass
Fuck all them niggas
who aint getitn no money
Fuck all yo' hoes who wont let me stick their honey
Fuck all
the girls who aint givin up the sex
Fuck all you niggas and im askin whos next
anybody wanna battle my crew
Fuck, Fuck you, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck you
Fuck anybody wanna get
down with ___
Fuck all yall niggas sayin you cant feel my mommy
Fuck you mommy

Fuck your daddy
Fuck your gramma
Fuck his caddy
Fuck your people
Fuck his girlfriend
Fuck John Gotti
Fuck the Mafia
Fuck ___

Fuck New York
Fuck Detriot
Fuck New Jersy
Fuck California
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