Mr. Porter - Activity as Phuctivity lyrics

(Check it out.. ah, haha) Aww, yeah! This is my sh** 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 n***a, 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 b**h I did do it Steal cars I've been through it - done that Play buddy buddy and rob ya like n***a run that; bum cat And bone hood rats - 'til they bleed on my floor mat Nasty n***a, make YOU believe that I'm a cla**y n***a 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 fu*k that stank b**h with the saggy-a** titties And fu*k all the n***as that don't represent our city And fu*k 'JLB, they don't play none of my sh** fu*k all them n***as that be s**in our dicks [Kuniva] I'm sicker than tuburculosis; pack a cannon with a focus That's k**in all the players and the coaches Embara** 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 (?), n***a 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' a** kicked quicker then punts, I'm sick of you punks co*k it back now I'm upset, yo' n***a's next I'm blowin smoke outta ya chest when it connects Creepin like insects then ridin with ten Tecs Ahh fu*k any DJ that don't play Bizarre's sh** fu*k your sister I don't like her she don't s** dick Ahh fu*k that n***a that talked sh** to my crew And yo fu*k all y'all n***as 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 b**h named b**h who's thick with grey eyes Who loves to s** dick and get hit by eight guys It's Bugz b**h - who the f** you thunk it was? Gettin drunk with drunken thug too f**in numb to feel the buzz Unnnggggghhhh - yeah, y'all n***as know the image No gimmicks, no timids, no manners, and No Limits This time, b**h, 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 b**h you will Sit you still, tie you up, begin to ill And swoll your f**in face up with some sh** that you can feel Okay fu*k all you n***as that say Dirty Dozen's dead fu*kIN yo' new wife in yo' brand new bed Yo fu*k yo' chickenhead, she s** dick anyway And f** 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-f**-with-able You find the mic s**able.. 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 n***a the fans wear a bomb vest Style be a eloquent, a fellow pimp to many with clips f** 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 d**h 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 f*g Staplin his gonads to his socks, doin jumpin jacks Once we put you down b**h 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 sh** on you You against my crew we'll see who get destroyed f** I'll let you bring bats and brawl some of my boys Shady a** n***a whether drunk or sober "Bizarre - that was my demo tape you just recorded over!" I don't give a damn b**h; I'm just too ill Gimme ten pills - dive in a crowd like Lambeau Field Like b**hes 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 n***as is f**in pathetic Pop sh** - all y'all n***as go and get it! Beat yo' a**, hang you with this f**in mic cord f** the Source; they quote my raps in Billboard s** my dick while I laugh like it's funny And drive off while she yell - where's my money?! fu*k anybody got beef with D-12 Aiyyo fu*k all y'all mommas, they pussies smell fu*k anybody that wanna bring the beef Aiyyo fu*k all y'all hoes that say my feet stink Yo fu*k them n***as that don't give us radio play Aiyyo fu*k takin a bath, I don't wash anyways fu*k anybody tryin to be on our team And yo f** all y'all n***as with them weak-a** dreams fu*k all them n***as watchin videos to be rappers That they're not cause they can't rock the f**in spot Aiyyo fu*k all you n***as with them dirty-a** shoes Come in the club like you're dope and you singin the blues fu*k anybody tryin to kiss our a** f** all y'all n***as that won't cut my gra** Ay fu*k all them n***as that ain't gettin no money Aiyyo fu*k all y'all hoes that won't let me stick your honey fu*k all the girls that ain't givin up the s** Aiyyo fu*k all you n***as and I'm askin, "Who's next?" fu*k anybody wanna battle my crew Aiyyo fu*k fu*k YOU, fu*k fu*k fu*k YOU! fu*k anybody tryin get down with 'nani Ay fu*k all y'all n***as sayin you can't feel my mommy f** your mommy, f** your daddy fu*k your grandma, and fu*k his caddy And fu*k your people, fu*k everybody fu*k his girlfriend, fu*k John Gotti fu*k the Mafia, fu*k all that fu*k New York, aiyyo fu*k Detriot f** New Jersy, f** California (Ahhhhhhhhh-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-fu*k!)