Kong - 1,2 1,2 lyrics

[Kong] Kongcrete, the most hideous Check it, check it, check it Smoking hash, leave an open ash, broken stash, floating fast, lifted Kong with the broken gla** slur board, nasty n***a f**ed Bertha Insert her further than murder, pulled out then squirt her Out for murder, out for murder, murder Out for murder, pull a squeezed then hurt her Out for Cheddar piece of cheese when in doubt love Took Alicia Keys in and out love eight nine Hate all hate all fakes you call cross fate Find your body at your girls weight walking Create comment when I start to spit Y'all n***as spit conformant, conformant [Megalon] Study every religion there is rhythm for kids Deadly as venom as this him or his friends of his I'm like a guinea pig with a skinny snitch hear me big Like a penny-rich, hear me b**h, ready to let you see me spit Here he is, is he really sick or is he really picked To see the vic or is he really dead for what he did Let the machete riffs spaghetti drip ready, get set, ready go Ready to rock with steady flow to let you know we ready to go Is he heavy? Is he petty? I was hungry so they fed me yo, for heavy dough I need some heavy dro, Megalon in your stereo Ready to shoot the heady yo Yo! [Rodan] Lyrics with def rap this side of a letter bomb, yo Megalon Pa** that Megatron, guys on a hunt like a Predacon Smoking cedar wood trees from Lebanon Fascist sprites just on MTV terrorist threats looped on a MPC Travel at a hundred eighty-six thousand kilobytes per second, downloaded on the MP3 1995 Long Island high-styled in the MPB Monsta Island escaped from MCC [Kong] By any means, many fiends his team to toast teens Toast the scenes for the hoes to scream mostly seen Bruvee avoided get at me Veluciani 'hind me Bahama taki busting shots with Giuliani bust back I squeeze rapping n***as. Y'all been acting like it can happen My Mack 10 make big n***as' backspin what happened? [Megalon] Is that so? Tommy Brasco stacked overnight flow my abstract flow for cash flow Turned c**aine to crack and turned crack to blow now how the f** that go? I'm gonna f** that ho, the white ho and the black ho Lay on your back ho, they made the track slow so I could rap slow Tommy mack hoes Yo, yo, my gun is like my girl cuz I don't wanna let my GAT go I sold crack fast now I sell crack slow In the back on the low, if you ain't got no dough Come to the back door, I'll give you a full pack at four Rock rap shows, LB on the map when I blow R&B rap takes it in the a**-crack slow At my last show I snatched gold Black Jesus, its a black Christmas now picture black snow [Rodan] Hey yo we calculate the sands of time in slo-mo Manipulating every moment through space Metabolize the seeds of wealth and let the dough flow Committing the acts of violence and hate crimes against the po-po Double barreled hand-held bazooka for sergeant shipbays If you want to start frying like E-Robo Blaze that bush whether your maryjane is def or even if it's so-so Teasing b**hes with ice cubes on their nipple, keep them playing with their yo-yo Athletic p**y like Lisa Leslie and Rebecca Lobo Rock the show from uptown, downtown to Tribeca, Soho Most of these rappers are R&B singers like K.C. and Jo-Jo Better off harmonizing with Taj, Leigh Leigh and Coco Thesbian thugs, n***as is all mouth like the Rolling Stones logo Bianca Jagger, free jacker, jacking me off in a go-go Stuffed down their throats spitting completely bobo Keeping it groovy without the synthetic f**ing mojo Got the spot kicking like a donkey locked up inside a dojo Smacked Ralph Lauren, got Tommy Hilfiger picking cotton and rocking Polo [Megalon] Is that so? [Kong] n***as straight lifted Bring the bisket, bring the b**hes, bring their motherf**ing statistics Bring their d**h certificates Um don't forget the four blocks, peace to Fort Knox where the four stops