Kon Artis Freestyle

[Intro] Straight up, yeah Turn it up, damn it! Ha-ha ha-ha he-he Ha-ha, yeah yeah yeah [Verse] That's right, I overdid it, holmes Ha-ha, I had too much to drink That's why I'm trying to talk to the sink ’Fore you blink you better tuck your ring ’Fore I swing at your head and tell cops I had probable means Kon ain't playin', got the inner cannon in the belt for layin' niggas Flat on they back without spraying, ho! Cut the fake shit, I'll meet you at your wake with Take 6 While they singing to your mom's, I'm waving (hey, bitch) Lay dick after it's over with And light wicks on dynamite sticks just to blow shit (Ah-ah, no he didn't) Yes I did, now shut the hell up And give me your [?] before I nail ya Hell yeah, might as well say I belong in Bellevue Rob banks and replace the money with IOUs Wanna get on? Study Denaun chapters Get naked, run backwards get [?] kick out and ask a cop for acid D12 is your local weed sellers We throw a pipe bong in your chest until you're Elvis A man on bitches like Dracula's teeth We bangin' clits and ovaries 'til they dry (for sheez!)