Kon Artis Freestyle lyrics

by

D12


[Intro]
Straight up, yeah
Turn it up, damn it!
Ha-ha ha-ha he-he
Ha-ha, yeah yeah yeah

[Verse]
That's right, I overdid it, holmes
Ha-ha, I had too much to drink
That's why I'm trying to talk to the sink
’Fore you blink you better tuck your ring
’Fore I swing at your head and tell cops I had probable means
Kon ain't playin', got the inner cannon in the belt for layin' n*ggas
Flat on they back without spraying, ho!
Cut the fake sh*t, I'll meet you at your wake with Take 6
While they singing to your mom's, I'm waving (hey, b*tch)
Lay di*k after it's over with
And light wicks on dynamite sticks just to blow sh*t
(Ah-ah, no he didn't) Yes I did, now shut the hell up
And give me your [?] before I nail ya
Hell yeah, might as well say I belong in Bellevue
Rob banks and replace the money with IOUs
Wanna get on? Study Denaun chapters
Get naked, run backwards get [?] kick out and ask a cop for acid
D12 is your local weed sellers
We throw a pipe bong in your chest until you're Elvis
A man on b*tches like Dracula's teeth
We bangin' clits and ovaries 'til they dry (for sheez!)

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