[Kon
Artis]
I damage your
neck
With the butt
of the tech
Vandalous
sex
Cuttin' you
ear to ear
With the razor
of my Gillette
You couldn't
get respect
If you was
a captain or a cadet
Granddaddy,
daddy, or uncle who's a Vietnam vet
I'll battle
you 50 deep
Solo artist
shocker dead beat
Derelicts
on the loose
Wylin' like
thugs outta prison with slugs
While y'all
start screaming
Like grasses
in a submission
(Lay down
your pot to piss in)
Blow up the
house you live in
Believe me,
we greedy
And often
you is easy
Your whole
album cheesy
Because you
got platinum artists on it
Don't make
it hot
We steamroll
with real niggas
And that's
something that you not
I'm vampin
what you got
Then setting
up camp at your spot
Foiling your
plot
Every rhyme
that you jot
I rock to
the six like musty twat
A dead corpses
that been cut up
And left in
abandoned lots
Ya, derelicts
theme
Comparing
your team
To ours is
a fucked up dream
The shit I
done seen
Has turned
me to a scandalous fiend
Sticking your
peeps for cream
Gators or
boots, nigga, I'm crushing your dreams
As foul as
it seems
Dismantling
spleens til your whole clique's
Walking funny
like handicapped juggling teams
I rumble with
kings
More humble
with seen
Until it's
time for me to kill again
Sincerely
yours, the Kon Artis
[Chorus]
Ay yo
Competition
of none's such
Derelicts
the one must
Let the guns
bust
Brigade one
trust
Untouched
Martyr a mic
Slaughter
your life
Runnin avenue
soldiers bitch
It's water
and trife
Competition
ain't none such
Derelicts
the one must
Let the guns
bust
It's Brigade
one trust
Untouched
Martyr a mic
Slaughter
your life
Runnin' avenue
soldiers bitch
Smarter and
trife
[Bizarre]
Who's the
fat bastard
Rapping that
mo' master
Snorting coke
that's whiter than Casper
Better run
faster
I can out-smoke
all of you motherfuckers
And bitch
I was born with asthma
Fuck life,
I'd rather track Jack Daniels
Smoke weed
and rape Cockerspaniels
A peeping
Tom, nigga I need Ridalin
Fuck girls
Bitch I only
date senior citizens
Your grandma,
nigga I'm the one that vic'd her
Next time
you rush me
You better
be a little bit quicker
Run your streets
in the house
And make full
of malt liquor
I'm lettin'
you throw the first blow
And bring
ten of your toughest niggas
End ya year
Like the last
day of December
(But did you
rape that bitch?)
I was so drunk
I can't remember
I used to
be in a group
We had an
argument who was the hottest
Now both them
niggas is dead
And I roll
as a solo artist
Chorus
[Kuniva]
Look bitch
you stressed out
I divide these
bullets equally among your crew
And give you
five so you don't feel left out
Like red the
hammer
I'm nailing
niggas in they spleens
Just to make
walking again a sympathetic dream
Energetic
schemes
Rap vandal
and dismantle
Tackle MC's
and wax you
Like your
rap name was Candle
Grabbing a
mic with no handles
Leaving you
dusty
Like walking
the desert in old sandals
If you weeded
or drunk
Keep your
heat in your trunk
We beat you
to lumps
Swell you
up with permanent mumps
We dangerous
playa
Cuffin' my
chews
Spittin the
phlegm out
Getting at
you whether you coming out
Or you been
out
You never
exempt
From this
murderous attempt
I'm telling
you pimp
Undeniably
you are a loss
Invincible,
why you trying to be a mind boss
If the Kon
Artis say it then it's done
With or without
a gun
Eat a track
and spit out a drum
Bust one
Trust none
Playing the
game of death
Take your
last breath
Til your last
name is left
Chorus |