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Activity As Phuctivity

アーティスト:D12  アルバム:The Underground EP 

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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


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