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[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