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Activity as phuctivity Lyrics by D-12


Activity as phuctivity by D-12

Check it out

This is my sh*t 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 b**ch 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

f**kin 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 f**k that stank b**ch with the saggy ass titties

f**k all the niggas that dont represent our city

f**k JLB they dont play none of my sh*t

f**k all them niggas that be suckin our dicks


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 f**k any D.J that dont play Bizarre's sh*t

f**k your sister I dont like her she dont suck dick

f**k that nigga that talk sh*t to my crew

f**k all yall niggas who say I dont like you


Im a brand named guy

Who loves to stay high

Got a ten inch dick and the gun the same size

A b**ch named b**ch

Whos thick with grey eyes

Who loves to suck dick and get hit by eight guys

Its Bugz b**ch, you the f**k you thunk it was?

Gettin drunk with drunken thug

Too f**ken numb to feel the buzz

Yall niggas know the image

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

This time, b**ch, 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 b**ch you will

Sit you still, tie you up

Begin to ill

And destroy you face, Im with some sh*t that u can feel

f**k all yall niggas who say dirty dozen's dead

f**kin your new wife in your brand new bed

f**k your chicken head she suck dick anyway

f**k anybody who say crime dont pay


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 f**k-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

f**k _ 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 b**ch their aint no comin back

Remember that


Its the big guy, quick to get on you

Battle? I'll be glad to sh*t on you

Come against my crew and see who gets destroyed

f**k 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 b**ch Im just to ill

Gimme ten pills y'all run across the Lambo Field

Like b**ches _ , _ _, think of the illest line know

And I bet you i already said it

Just forget it, cuz you niggas pathetic

Pop sh*t, yall niggas go and get it

Beat your ass hang ya with this f**kin mic cord

f**k 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"

f**k any body who beef with d-12

f**k all yall momma their pussy's smell

f**k anybody that wanna bring tha beef

f**k all yall hoes that say my feet stick

f**k them niggas that dont give us radio play

f**k takin a bath i dont wash anyways

f**k anybody tryin to be on our team

f**k all yall niggas with them weak ass dream

f**k all them niggas watchin videos to be rappers that their not cuz they cant rock the f**ken spot

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

f**k anybody tryin to kiss our ass

f**k all yall niggas who wont cut my grass

f**k all them niggas who aint getitn no money

f**k all yo' hoes who wont let me stick their honey

f**k all the girls who aint givin up the sex

f**k all you niggas and im askin whos next

f**k anybody wanna battle my crew

f**k, f**k you, f**k, f**k, f**k you

f**k anybody wanna get down with _

f**k all yall niggas sayin you cant feel my mommy

f**k you mommy

f**k your daddy

f**k your gramma

f**k his caddy

f**k your people

f**k everybody

f**k his girlfriend

f**k John Gotti

f**k the Mafia

f**k _

f**k New York

f**k Detriot

f**k New Jersy

f**k California