Activity As Phuctivity - D12
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This is my sh_t fo real
Its gunna be off tha hook
Peep this out
The Kon Artist n_gga
[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 b_tch I did do it
Steal cars Ive been through it
Done that
Played buddy buddy and rob ya like n_gga run that
Bum cat, and bone hood rats till they bleed on my floor mat
Nasty n_gga, make ya beleive that im a classy n_gga
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
F_ckin 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_ck that stank b_tch with the saggy ass titties
F_ck all the n_ggas that dont represent our city
F_ck JLB they dont play none of my sh_t
F_ck all them n_ggas that be s_ckin our d_cks
[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
N_gga 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 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
Cock it back now Im upset
Yo' n_ggas next
Im blowing smoke outta ya chest when it connect
Creepin like insects and ridin with ten techs
Ahh f_ck any D.J that dont play Bizarre's sh_t
F_ck your sister I dont like her she dont s_ck d_ck
F_ck that n_gga that talk sh_t to my crew
F_ck all yall n_ggas who say I dont like you
[Bugz]
Im a brand named guy
Who loves to stay high
Got a ten inch d_ck and the gun the same size
A b_tch named b_tch
Whos thick with grey eyes
Who loves to s_ck d_ck and get hit by eight guys
Its Bugz b_tch, you the f_ck you thunk it was?
Gettin drunk with drunken thug
Too f_cken numb to feel the buzz
Yall n_ggas know the image
No gimmicks, No timids, no manners, and no limits
This time, b_tch, Im 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 b_tch you will
Sit you still, tie you up
Begin to ill
And destroy you face, Im with some sh_t that u can feel
F_ck all yall n_ggas who say dirty dozen's dead
F_ckin your new wife in your brand new bed
F_ck your chicken head she s_ck d_ck anyway
F_ck anybody who say crime dont 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_ck-with-able
You find the mic s_ckable
Without chicked pox, untouchable
Peep my _ aint 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 n_gga
The fans wear a bomb vest
Style be a eliquit
A fellow pimp to mant with clips
F_ck _ 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 b_tch their aint no comin back
Remember that
[Bizarre]
Its the big guy, quick to get on you
Battle? I'll be glad to sh_t on you
Come against my crew and see who gets destroyed
F_ck I'll let you bring bats and brawl some of my boyz
Shady ass n_ggas wether drunk or sober
Bizarre that was demo tape you just recorded over
I dont give a dam b_tch Im just to ill
Gimme ten pills y'all run across the Lambo Field
Like b_tches _ , _ _, think of the illest line know
And I bet you i already said it
Just forget it, cuz you n_ggas pathetic
Pop sh_t, yall n_ggas go and get it
Beat your ass hang ya with this f_ckin mic cord
F_ck the sword, I quote my raps in billboard
S_ck my d_ck while I laugh like its funny
And drive off while she yell
"Where's my money"
F_ck any body who beef with d-12
F_ck all yall momma their p_ssy's smell
F_ck anybody that wanna bring tha beef
F_ck all yall hoes that say my feet stick
F_ck them n_ggas that dont give us radio play
F_ck takin a bath i dont wash anyways
F_ck anybody tryin to be on our team
F_ck all yall n_ggas with them weak ass dream
F_ck all them n_ggas watchin videos to be rappers that their not cuz they cant rock the f_cken spot
F_ck all yall n_ggas with them dirty ass shoes come in the club like your dope and your singing the blues
F_ck anybody tryin to kiss our ass
F_ck all yall n_ggas who wont cut my grass
F_ck all them n_ggas who aint getitn no money
F_ck all yo' hoes who wont let me stick their honey
F_ck all the girls who aint givin up the sex
F_ck all you n_ggas and im askin whos next
F_ck anybody wanna battle my crew
F_ck, F_ck you, F_ck, F_ck, F_ck you
F_ck anybody wanna get down with _
F_ck all yall n_ggas sayin you cant feel my mommy
F_ck you mommy
F_ck your daddy
F_ck your gramma
F_ck his caddy
F_ck your people
F_ck everybody
F_ck his girlfriend
F_ck John Gotti
F_ck the Mafia
F_ck _
F_ck New York
F_ck Detriot
F_ck New Jersy
F_ck California
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