The Kon Artis - born liar; lie to your pops and moms
Tell 'em I'm a good kid, Catholic raised
Knowin I went to public school and s****es I blazed
Even **** when I got ahold too and YEAH ***** I did do it
Steal cars I've been through it - done that
Play buddy buddy and rob ya like ***** run that; bum cat
And bone hood rats - 'til they bleed on my floor mat
Nasty *****, make YOU believe that I'm a classy *****
But I'm far from that, average Joe that you know
Use people for shields at shootouts that I started, cold-hearted
Runnin reckless, peep out your shorty 'til my neck twistin
An infectionist, poisonous bug we all drugged
I'll throw your body in the back of a vet
Hit your brother in the back with a Tec
Count blood drippin' out the back of his neck
Kuniva is never lackin' respect
I sneak a gat on a jet
Jack the pilot the passengers next
Practice non violence
But I ain't perfected it yet
Plus you ain't dealt with no derelict shat
And it can happen' to you quick as you can think
As quick as the water rush out of a sink homie
Quick as you can blink
Imagine if I digested a couple of drinks
I'll probably black out
Send a couple of shots through your mink
Thirty seconds your ass better start runnin'
Better on the time, if D12 is comin'
When Bizarre grabs the chrome
It breaks through bones, avenging homes, shoot through cellular phone
It's the dirty kid from the Midwest
Come in your club with more hot boys than Mannie Fresh
Now who's the freshest twenty mile
I eat him like Ex-Lax then s**t him out
I'm keeping it raw, illegal like Malik and Jamal
'Cause I don't believe in the law, like I'm Steven Seagal
Flipping off the police while I'm leaping a wall
Take a bunch of Tylenol, then fall asleep in a mall
I got your little son, you'll be receiving a call
You're lucky this little punks still breathing at all
**** the world, this how I get even at y'all
Pop s**t, get rolled up and leave in a ball
I hit you in your mouth and sink your teeth in your jaws
You won't be able to eat s**t, not even a malt
This lethal assault, is giving you a reason to stall
I'm c**king this deuce-deuce and I'm squeezing it off
At the first burp and a fart sniffle a sneeze and a cough
Get your arm chewed off like you was teasing a dog
I'm cold enough and hot enough to freeze and unthaw
I'll kick my girl out, in 10 degrees in her bra
