Activity as Phuctivity

(Check it out.. ah, haha) Aww, yeah! This is my shit fo' real (Ahhhhhhhhhh-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-RAHHH!) It's gonna be off the hook! (That was dope, that's right) Peep this out (Dirty Doezn) Kon Artis nigga, yo yo [Kon Artis] 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 squares I blazed Even weed when I got ahold too and YEAH bitch I did do it Steal cars I've been through it - done that Play buddy buddy and rob ya like nigga run that; bum cat And bone hood rats - 'til they bleed on my floor mat Nasty nigga, make YOU believe that I'm a classy nigga 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 Showed your daddy love or slugs; could have tortured him Told me that he didn't wanna die, we still forced him Thought his peeps had his back, when we brawled they fled Now he layin dead with his chicked head like Dodi Fayed Come to battle us with yo' heat and stabbed, nabbed and gagged Jabbed and dragged and thrown inside of a bag Your fans been had, bamboozled, run 'em up But you loosing credibility the minute Dozen'll up So FUCK that stank bitch with the saggy-ass titties And FUCK all the niggas that don't represent our city And FUCK 'JLB, they don't play none of my shit FUCK all them niggas that be suckin our dicks [Kuniva] I'm sicker than tuburculosis; pack a cannon with a focus That's killin all the players and the coaches Embarass you in front of company like dirty roaches Approach this and get served - the situation, hopeless Quote this - jot it down cause Kuniva wrote this The wild animal rhyme culprit, ferocious Close (?), nigga walkin behind you with a dosage Of terrifyin tales that be stompin small soldiers The Grim Reaper dipped in all black like Folgers Packin four heaters and carryin five holsters Suppose if, I was to let you put up all your posters Let everybody think you was the dopest (HELL NAW!) I'd rather strike you quicker then the cobra, box you up and sold ya Take you underwater and hold you until it's over I told you once you dumb dummies with a blunt That be pullin off the dope fiend stunt-of-the-month Get yo' ass kicked quicker then punts, I'm sick of you punks Cock it back now I'm upset, yo' nigga's next I'm blowin smoke outta ya chest when it connects Creepin like insects then ridin with ten Tecs Ahh FUCK any DJ that don't play Bizarre's shit FUCK your sister I don't like her she don't suck dick Ahh FUCK that nigga that talked shit to my crew And yo FUCK all y'all niggas that say, "I don't like you!" [Bugz] I'm a brand named guy who loves to stay high Got a ten inch dick and the gun the same size A bitch named bitch who's thick with grey eyes Who loves to suck dick and get hit by eight guys It's Bugz bitch - who the fuck you thunk it was? Gettin drunk with drunken thug too fuckin numb to feel the buzz Unnnggggghhhh - yeah, y'all niggas know the image No gimmicks, no timids, no manners, and No Limits This time, bitch, I'm goin all out Whippin the fo' out, like get the dough out, YEAH! I 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 habitual Just to get you to do what I want; yeah, and bitch you will Sit you still, tie you up, begin to ill And swoll your fuckin face up with some shit that you can feel Okay FUCK all you niggas that say Dirty Dozen's dead FUCKIN yo' new wife in yo' brand new bed Yo FUCK yo' chickenhead, she suck dick anyway And fuck anybody that say crime don't pay [Proof] Heard enough garbage, to make a Glad bust Ad-just my Magnum; beef I had enough Snuff the sweetest MC in this camp tribe rivalry To be as live as me keep 'em quiet like a library (SHHHH!) My rhymes are virgin tight and un-fuck-with-able You find the mic suckable.. Without chicked pox untouchable - peep my adjusted Ain't to be tested, touch the globe whip through yo' domestic Majestic warrior the rap to win, apprehend And slap a chin of the aggressor, think that they fresher Wanted conquest holdin down the one-sided contest That explosive rappin nigga the fans wear a bomb vest Style be a eloquent, a fellow pimp to many with clips Fuck plenty get knicks and be in skinny with zits I'm the shhhhhhh sure shot that rocks Like 'caine in a crack pot - I thinks it's best y'all act right I'll confirm your death lest the morgue cons D-12 is blowin up, like the Fort (?) I whisper fairwell to granny Right before I push her down the stairwell And I'm sendin her care mail Like get well you old hag I'll bring the pain like a blow fag Staplin his gonads to his socks, doin jumpin jacks Once we put you down bitch there ain't no comin back Remember that [Bizarre] It's the big guy, quick to get on you Battle? I'll be glad to shit on you You against my crew we'll see who get destroyed Fuck I'll let you bring bats and brawl some of my boys Shady ass nigga whether drunk or sober "Bizarre - that was my demo tape you just recorded over!" I don't give a damn bitch; I'm just too ill Gimme ten pills - dive in a crowd like Lambeau Field Like bitches ask; now they can drain it Think of the illest line you know and I bet you I already said it Just forget it, cause you niggas is fuckin pathetic Pop shit - all y'all niggas go and get it! Beat yo' ass, hang you with this fuckin mic cord Fuck the Source; they quote my raps in Billboard Suck my dick while I laugh like it's funny And drive off while she yell - where's my money?! FUCK anybody got beef with D-12 Aiyyo FUCK all y'all mommas, they pussies smell FUCK anybody that wanna bring the beef Aiyyo FUCK all y'all hoes that say my feet stink Yo FUCK them niggas that don't give us radio play Aiyyo FUCK takin a bath, I don't wash anyways FUCK anybody tryin to be on our team And yo fuck all y'all niggas with them weak-ass dreams FUCK all them niggas watchin videos to be rappers That they're not cause they can't rock the fuckin spot Aiyyo FUCK all you niggas with them dirty-ass shoes Come in the club like you're dope and you singin the blues FUCK anybody tryin to kiss our ass Fuck all y'all niggas that won't cut my grass Ay FUCK all them niggas that ain't gettin no money Aiyyo FUCK all y'all hoes that won't let me stick your honey FUCK all the girls that ain't givin up the sex Aiyyo FUCK all you niggas and I'm askin, "Who's next?" FUCK anybody wanna battle my crew Aiyyo FUCK FUCK YOU, FUCK FUCK FUCK YOU! FUCK anybody tryin get down with 'nani Ay FUCK all y'all niggas sayin you can't feel my mommy Fuck your mommy, fuck your daddy FUCK your grandma, and FUCK his caddy And FUCK your people, FUCK everybody FUCK his girlfriend, FUCK John Gotti FUCK the Mafia, FUCK all that FUCK New York, aiyyo FUCK Detriot Fuck New Jersy, Fuck California (Ahhhhhhhhh-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-FUCK!)