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Lyrics: Check it out This is my sh** fo real Its 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 I'm 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 bi*** I did do it Steal cars I've 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 I'm a classy nigga But I'm 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 f***in 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 Jabbed 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 f*** that stank bi*** with the saggy ass t****** f*** all the niggas that don't represent our city f*** jlb they don't play none of my sh** f*** all them niggas that be suckin our d***s [kuniva] 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 The 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 it's over 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 c*** it back now I'm upset Yo' niggas next Im blowing smoke outta ya chest when it connect Creepin like insects and ridin with ten techs Ahh f*** any d.j that don't play bizarre's sh** f*** your sister I don't like her she don't suck d*** f*** that nigga that talk sh** to my crew f*** all y'all niggas who say I don't like you [bugz] Im a brand named guy Who loves to stay high Got a ten inch d*** and the gun the same size A bi*** named bi*** Whos thick with grey eyes Who loves to suck d*** and get hit by eight guys Its bugz bi***, you the f*** you thunk it was? Gettin drunk with drunken thug Too f***en numb to feel the buzz Yall niggas know the image No gimmicks, no timids, no manners, and no limits This time, bi***, I'm goin all out Whippin the four out Like get the dough out Im miss crime, sick individual Ask my peers in middle school 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 bi*** you will Sit you still, tie you up Begin to ill And destroy you face, I'm with some sh** that u can feel f*** all y'all niggas who say dirty dozen's dead f***in your new wife in your brand new bed f*** your chicken head she suck d*** anyway f*** anybody who say crime don't pay [proof] 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 f***-with-able You find the mic suckable Without chicked pox, untouchable Peep my _ ain't to be tested Ill 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 f*** _ kicks and being skinny with zits Im the shhhhh, _ Like cane in a crack pot I thinks it's 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 I'm sendin her care mail Like get well you old hag Ill bring the pain like a blow f** Staplin one his gonads to his sock Doin jumping jacks Once we put you down bi*** their ain't no comin back Remember that [bizarre] Its the big guy, quick to get on you Battle? I'll be glad to sh** on you Come against my crew and see who gets destroyed f*** 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 don't give a dam bi*** I'm just to ill Gimme ten pills y'all run across the lambo field Like bi***es _ , _ _, think of the illest line know And I bet you I already said it Just forget it, cuz you niggas pathetic Pop sh**, y'all niggas go and get it Beat your ass hang ya with this f***in mic cord f*** the sword, I quote my raps in billboard Suck my d*** while I laugh like it's funny And drive off while she yell Where's my money f*** any body who beef with d-12 f*** all y'all momma their p****'s smell f*** anybody that wanna bring tha beef f*** all y'all hoes that say my feet stick f*** them niggas that don't give us radio play f*** takin a bath I don't wash anyways f*** anybody tryin to be on our team f*** all y'all niggas with them weak ass dream f*** all them niggas watchin videos to be rappers that their not cuz they cant rock the f***en spot f*** all y'all niggas with them dirty ass shoes come in the club like your dope and your singing the blues f*** anybody tryin to kiss our ass f*** all y'all niggas who wont cut my grass f*** all them niggas who ain't getitn no money f*** all yo' hoes who wont let me stick their honey f*** all the girls who ain't givin up the sex f*** all you niggas and I'm askin whos next f*** anybody wanna battle my crew f***, f*** you, f***, f***, f*** you f*** anybody wanna get down with _ f*** all y'all niggas sayin you cant feel my mommy f*** you mommy f*** your daddy f*** your gramma f*** his caddy f*** your people f*** everybody f*** his girlfriend f*** john gotti f*** the mafia f*** _ f*** new york f*** detriot f*** new jersy f*** california More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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