D-12 - Activity As Phuctivity lyrics

Check it out This is my sh** fo real Its gunna be off tha hook Peep this out The Kon Artist n***a [Kon Artist] The Kon Artist born liar Lie to your pops and moms Tell em Im a good kid Catholic raised Knowin i went to public school And sweared and got blazed Even weed when i got a whole two And that b**h I did do it Steal cars Ive been through it Done that Played buddy buddy and rob ya like n***a run that Bum cat, and bone hood rats till they bleed on my floor mat Nasty n***a, make ya beleive that im a cla**y n***a But im far from that average joe that you know Use people for sheilds at shoot outs That i started, cold hearted Runnin reckless peep out your shorty till my neck twistin Infectionist, poisonus bug we all ruff Showed your daddy love or slugs Could have tortured him, told me that he didnt wanna die We still forced him f**in peeps has his bat, when we brawled they fled Now we layin dead with his chicked head like Dirty Fihed Come battle us with your heat and stabbed, nabbed and gagged Jabbed and dragged and thrown inside of a bag Your fans been had, bamboozle, run em up But you loosing credibility the miniute _ and up So f** that stank b**h with the saggy a** titties f** all the n***as that dont represent our city f** JLB they dont play none of my sh** f** all them n***as that be s**in our dicks [Kuniva] Sicker the tuburculosis Pack a cannon with a focus Thats k**in all the players and the coaches Embarra** you in front of company like dirty roaches Approach this and get served the situation, hopeless Wrote this, jot it down 'cause Kuniva wrote this The wild animal rhyme colprut Ferocious, closest n***a walkin behind you with a dosage Of teffifyin tales that be stompin small soldiers The grim reaper dipped in all black like folgers Packing four heaters and carrying five holsters Suppose if i was to let you put up all your posters Let everybody think you was the dopest I'd rather strike you quicker then the cobra Box you up and sold ya Take you underwater and hold you until its over I told you once you dumb _ with a blunt That be pullin off the dope fiends selllin tha _ Get your a** kicked quicker then punts Im sick of you punks co*k it back now Im upset Yo' n***as next Im blowing smoke outta ya chest when it connect Creepin like insects and ridin with ten techs Ahh f** any D.J that dont play Bizarre's sh** f** your sister I dont like her she dont s** dick f** that n***a that talk sh** to my crew f** all yall n***as who say I dont like you [Bugz] Im a brand named guy Who loves to stay high Got a ten inch dick and the gun the same size A b**h named b**h Whos thick with grey eyes Who loves to s** dick and get hit by eight guys Its Bugz b**h, you the f** you thunk it was? Gettin drunk with drunken thug Too f**en numb to feel the buzz Yall n***as know the image No gimmicks, No timids, no manners, and no limits This time, b**h, Im goin all out Whippin the four out Like get the dough out Im 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 _ Just to get you to do what I want And b**h you will Sit you still, tie you up Begin to ill And destroy you face, Im with some sh** that u can feel f** all yall n***as who say dirty dozen's dead f**in your new wife in your brand new bed f** your chicken head she s** dick anyway f** anybody who say crime dont pay [Proof] Heard enough garbage to make a glad bust Add just my magnum beef I had enuff Snuff the sweetest mc in this camp tribe rivulry To be as live as me keep em quiet like a library My rhymes are virgin tight And not f**-with-able You find the mic s**able Without chicked pox, untouchable Peep my _ aint to be tested Ill test the globe and rip through your domestic Majestic warrior to rap to win Knock the _, and slap the chin of the aggresor Thinkin that they fresher Wanted conquest holdin down the one sided contest That explosive rappin n***a The fans wear a bomb vest Style be a eliquit A fellow pimp to mant with clips f** _ kicks and being skinny with zits Im the shhhhh, _ Like cane in a crack pot I thinks its best you act right Ill confirm your d**h, left the morgue _ D-12 is blowin up like the fourth _ I whisper far well to my granny Till I push her down the stairwell And im sendin her care mail Like get well you old hag Ill bring the pain like a blow f*g Staplin one his gonads to his sock Doin jumping jacks Once we put you down b**h their aint no comin back Remember that [Bizarre] Its the big guy, quick to get on you Battle? I'll be glad to sh** on you Come against my crew and see who gets destroyed f** I'll let you bring bats and brawl some of my boyz Shady a** n***as wether drunk or sober Bizarre that was demo tape you just recorded over I dont give a dam b**h Im just to ill Gimme ten pills y'all run across the Lambo Field Like b**hes _ , _ _, think of the illest line know And I bet you i already said it Just forget it, 'cause you n***as pathetic Pop sh**, yall n***as go and get it Beat your a** hang ya with this f**in mic cord f** the sword, I quote my raps in billboard s** my dick while I laugh like its funny And drive off while she yell "Where's my money" f** any body who beef with d-12 f** all yall momma their p**y's smell f** anybody that wanna bring tha beef f** all yall hoes that say my feet stick f** them n***as that dont give us radio play f** takin a bath i dont wash anyways f** anybody tryin to be on our team f** all yall n***as with them weak a** dream f** all them n***as watchin videos to be rappers that their not 'cause they cant rock the f**en spot f** all yall n***as with them dirty a** shoes come in the club like your dope and your singing the blues f** anybody tryin to kiss our a** f** all yall n***as who wont cut my gra** f** all them n***as who aint getitn no money f** all yo' hoes who wont let me stick their honey f** all the girls who aint givin up the s** f** all you n***as and im askin whos next f** anybody wanna battle my crew f**, f** you, f**, f**, f** you f** anybody wanna get down with _ f** all yall n***as sayin you cant feel my mommy f** you mommy f** your daddy f** your gramma f** his caddy f** your people f** everybody f** his girlfriend f** John Gotti f** the Mafia f** _ f** New York f** Detriot f** New Jersy f** California