* [Kon Artis]  I damage your neck  With the butt of the tech  Vandalous sex  Cuttin' you ear to ear  With the razor of my Gillette  You couldn't get respect  If you was a captain or a cadet  Granddaddy, daddy, or uncle who's a Vietnam vet  I'll battle you 50 deep  Solo artist shocker dead beat  Derelicts on the loose  Wylin' like thugs outta prison with slugs  While y'all start screaming  Like grasses in a submission  (Lay down your pot to piss in)  Blow up the house you live in  Believe me, we greedy  And often you is easy  Your whole album cheesy  Because you got platinum artists on it  Don't make it hot  We steamroll with real niggas  And that's something that you not  I'm vampin what you got  Then setting up camp at your spot  Foiling your plot  Every rhyme that you jot  I rock to the six like musty twat  A dead corpses that been cut up  And left in abandoned lots  Ya, derelicts theme  Comparing your team  To ours is a fucked up dream  The shit I done seen  Has turned me to a scandalous fiend  Sticking your peeps for cream  Gators or boots, nigga, I'm crushing your dreams  As foul as it seems  Dismantling spleens til your whole clique's  Walking funny like handicapped juggling teams  I rumble with kings  More humble with seen  Until it's time for me to kill again  Sincerely yours, the Kon Artis    [Chorus]  Ay yo  Competition of none's such  Derelicts the one must  Let the guns bust  Brigade one trust  Untouched  Martyr a mic  Slaughter your life  Runnin avenue soldiers bitch  It's water and trife  Competition ain't none such  Derelicts the one must  Let the guns bust  It's Brigade one trust  Untouched  Martyr a mic  Slaughter your life  Runnin' avenue soldiers bitch  Smarter and trife    [Bizarre]  Who's the fat bastard  Rapping that mo' master  Snorting coke that's whiter than Casper  Better run faster  I can out-smoke all of you motherfuckers  And bitch I was born with asthma  Fuck life, I'd rather track Jack Daniels  Smoke weed and rape Cockerspaniels  A peeping Tom, nigga I need Ridalin  Fuck girls  Bitch I only date senior citizens  Your grandma, nigga I'm the one that vic'd her  Next time you rush me  You better be a little bit quicker  Run your streets in the house  And make full of malt liquor  I'm lettin' you throw the first blow  And bring ten of your toughest niggas  End ya year  Like the last day of December  (But did you rape that bitch?)  I was so drunk I can't remember  I used to be in a group  We had an argument who was the hottest  Now both them niggas is dead  And I roll as a solo artist    Chorus    [Kuniva]  Look bitch you stressed out  I divide these bullets equally among your crew  And give you five so you don't feel left out  Like red the hammer  I'm nailing niggas in they spleens  Just to make walking again a sympathetic dream  Energetic schemes  Rap vandal and dismantle  Tackle MC's and wax you  Like your rap name was Candle  Grabbing a mic with no handles  Leaving you dusty  Like walking the desert in old sandals  If you weeded or drunk  Keep your heat in your trunk  We beat you to lumps  Swell you up with permanent mumps  We dangerous playa  Cuffin' my chews  Spittin the phlegm out  Getting at you whether you coming out  Or you been out  You never exempt  From this murderous attempt  I'm telling you pimp  Undeniably you are a loss  Invincible, why you trying to be a mind boss  If the Kon Artis say it then it's done  With or without a gun  Eat a track and spit out a drum  Bust one  Trust none  Playing the game of death  Take your last breath  Til your last name is left    Chorus