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D12

Check it out 
This is my shit 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 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 
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 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 

[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 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' 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 

[Bugz]
Im 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 thug 
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 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 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 

[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 fuck-with-able 
You find the mic suckable 
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 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 

[Bizarre]
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 destroyed 
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 rappers 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 
Fuck 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 everybody 
Fuck his girlfriend 
Fuck John Gotti 
Fuck the Mafia 
Fuck _
Fuck New York 
Fuck Detriot 
Fuck New Jersy 
Fuck California

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