[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