(Kuniva)
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Yo its Kuniva, I`ll cuss hoes out like a drunk sailor
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And cock the hammer back like tim the two man tailor
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You best be on your best behavior before I slay ya
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And watch the video of your life with your lord savior
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I can go in off your mom, they get along when they see the gun
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And dirty dozen cross my arm and it aint a secret get scared
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And be nervous, cuz I`ma be in jail in a cell with C murder
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Shady is a general, a soldier form I showed it to him
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He saved my life I owe it too him, so compare it to anybody
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I serve you on a platter your words dont even matter
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You all you leavin badder, I`m a hazard without bowl and loop doop
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I shoot thru people at super markets while they ringin up your fruit loops
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You challengers get pushed off banisters, I`m unavoidable like anvals
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Droppin on toon characters
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(Swifty)
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I`m the freak slasher, chop bodies up in meat packer
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I reach back for the necks, choppin your feet faster
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Than Steven King, I repeatedly beat bastards
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The pops for result of havin a meet in maggots
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When I see faggots, put three in they fleece jackets
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You bleed rapid, poppin all in ya lead actors
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Speed n acids when I mourn, didnt even ask for it
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Technique`s hazardous, you needin Jesus of Nazereth
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To see what`s happenin, means havin your teeth chatterin
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Speak battlin, heat splatter your peeps abdomin
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Sweet fashion, I reload and I keep blastin
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I breathe action, if you dont believe ask him
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(Kon Artis)
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I`m sick of bitches man, I done heard enough shit
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Talk alot of mouth like they wanna do it
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Then they pull down they pants and then I shoot fluid
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Then they start runnin screamin like they God called them
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And I called them back and then pulled a crackin in
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Stick my dick up in and make them rap again
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They wanna rap for me and tell me that they love me
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Kon Artis your my daddy and I dont wanna be your hubby
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I cant be your hub baby I aint gettin married
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I`m stand fuckin bitches, it really very scary
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My lil cousin named Terry told me that I fucked him too long
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And then I gotta get a Jerry curl to make `em all keep drippin
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You niggaz know I never really be trippin, my beats bang
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Make ears bleed thru walkmens thats why people ignore you like you aint even talkin
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You chit chatter and get splattered by a disease beat addict
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That spit spontanious like a Prayin Mantis I cut you off
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Pickin that gang green your man seen how I get ignorant
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By losin my spleen the truth of the seen as soon as my team
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Get on we rule cities like zila thru Hong Kong, you wanna knew
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You wanna know, you gotta ask my man Proof how the fuck the flow goes
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(Proof)
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Pull it back pull it back pull it back pull it back
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we aint wentin no where, we sippin shampane
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Shady records, aint no body better than us
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Shady records, no chedder than us
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Shady records, aint no body better than us
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Shady records, I got your ears goin like its ???(that is hard to tell)
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Hotter than a fellon in a carload full of nines
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Got the sparkles out to shine, get your back up
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And get your dollars out ya spines
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Because the head is ill I`m in love with Natasha Betingfield
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Yo faster than a Porsche, make you disappear
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Like advertisement in the Source, so do it baby
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I want the sugar baby, my sift from the rabies
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Yo Proof D12 is on the haitus, on a scale from 1-10
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I`m an 8, wait you dont know how 8 is, 8 is jigga
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Thats me, 9 is Slim, 10 is Slim, now I finally give you
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The time I give you to Bom Artis has got promise
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And me and proof and swift and the Kon Artis
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And it aint over boy, who you beef with trust me
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I`ll tell you Puffy and you can lose big, cuz its that
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Face it, I`m a brick face, you get it laced wit a switch blade
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Yo I stab you wit a mixtape, tell ya girl ask her how my dick taste
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I told you once before that I`m a brick face, I`m a big and I shine plus I spit mace
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Make all the bad boys thats missin listen up yo next on this transition
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And you know how it is and you know when its gravy next up
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Chigga chigga Slim Shady
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(Eminem)
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I don`t figure this rap shit out, I map shit out strategically
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