D12

D12

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  • D12 Activity As Phuctivity Lyrics

           

    Check it out

    This is my shit fo real

    Its gunna be off tha hook

    Peep this out

    The Kon Artist nigga



    [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 bitch I did do it

    Steal cars Ive been through it

    Done that

    Played buddy buddy and rob ya like nigga run that

    Bum cat, and bone hood rats till they bleed on my floor mat

    Nasty nigga, make ya beleive that im a classy nigga

    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

    Fuckin 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 fuck that stank bitch with the saggy ass titties

    Fuck all the niggas that dont represent our city

    Fuck JLB they dont play none of my shit

    Fuck all them niggas that be suckin our dicks



    [Kuniva]

    Sicker the tuburculosis

    Pack a cannon with a focus

    Thats killin all the players and the coaches

    Embarrass you in front of company like dirty roaches

    Approach this and get served the situation, hopeless

    Wrote this, jot it down cuz Kuniva wrote this

    The wild animal rhyme colprut

    Ferocious, closest

    Nigga 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 ass kicked quicker then punts

    Im sick of you punks

    Cock it back now Im upset

    Yo' niggas next

    Im blowing smoke outta ya chest when it connect

    Creepin like insects and ridin with ten techs



    Ahh fuck any D.J that dont play Bizarre's shit

    Fuck your sister I dont like her she dont suck dick

    Fuck that nigga that talk shit to my crew

    Fuck all yall niggas 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 bitch named bitch

    Whos thick with grey eyes

    Who loves to suck dick and get hit by eight guys

    Its Bugz bitch, you the fuck you thunk it was?

    Gettin drunk with drunken thug

    Too fucken numb to feel the buzz

    Yall niggas know the image

    No gimmicks, No timids, no manners, and no limits

    This time, bitch, 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 bitch you will

    Sit you still, tie you up

    Begin to ill

    And destroy you face, Im with some shit that u can feel



    Fuck all yall niggas who say dirty dozen's dead

    Fuckin your new wife in your brand new bed

    Fuck your chicken head she suck dick anyway

    Fuck 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 fuck-with-able

    You find the mic suckable

    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 nigga

    The fans wear a bomb vest

    Style be a eliquit

    A fellow pimp to mant with clips

    Fuck _ 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 death, 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 fag

    Staplin one his gonads to his sock

    Doin jumping jacks

    Once we put you down bitch their aint no comin back

    Remember that



    [Bizarre]

    Its the big guy, quick to get on you

    Battle? I'll be glad to shit on you

    Come against my crew and see who gets destroyed

    Fuck I'll let you bring bats and brawl some of my boyz

    Shady ass niggas wether drunk or sober

    Bizarre that was demo tape you just recorded over

    I dont give a dam bitch Im just to ill

    Gimme ten pills y'all run across the Lambo Field

    Like bitches _ , _ _, think of the illest line know

    And I bet you i already said it

    Just forget it, cuz you niggas pathetic

    Pop shit, yall niggas go and get it

    Beat your ass hang ya with this fuckin mic cord

    Fuck the sword, I quote my raps in billboard

    Suck my dick while I laugh like its funny

    And drive off while she yell

    "Where's my money"



    Fuck any body who beef with d-12

    Fuck all yall momma their pussy's smell

    Fuck anybody that wanna bring tha beef

    Fuck all yall hoes that say my feet stick

    Fuck them niggas that dont give us radio play

    Fuck takin a bath i dont wash anyways

    Fuck anybody tryin to be on our team

    Fuck all yall niggas with them weak ass dream

    Fuck all them niggas watchin videos to be rappers that their not cuz they cant rock the fucken spot

    Fuck all yall niggas with them dirty ass shoes come in the club like your dope and your singing the blues

    Fuck anybody tryin to kiss our ass

    Fuck all yall niggas who wont cut my grass

    Fuck all them niggas who aint getitn no money

    Fuck all yo' hoes who wont let me stick their honey

    Fuck all the girls who aint givin up the sex

    Fuck all you niggas and im askin whos next

    Fuck anybody wanna battle my crew

    Fuck, Fuck you, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck you

    Fuck anybody wanna get down with _

    Fuck all yall niggas sayin you cant feel my mommy

    Fuck you mommy

    Fuck your daddy

    Fuck your gramma

    Fuck his caddy

    Fuck your people

    Fuck everybody

    Fuck his girlfriend

    Fuck John Gotti

    Fuck the Mafia

    Fuck _

    Fuck New York

    Fuck Detriot

    Fuck New Jersy

    Fuck California

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