KON simply deliver merkage, like a spiked wreckin ball demolish-in-homes...
shells let losse and seperate the meat from ya fuckin cartlidge-and-bones...
my cartdridge-is-honed, red dot hittin ya sweaty fore-head let off more-lead...
even smart-chicks-is-boned then seconds later your whore-dead...
venom infested-flows, nigga's done threw many 'punches' i digested-blows...
On my block arrested-mo', Kon up on the corner dont test im wreckless-so...
imma Finish this murder rap-shit, If you rap bout pistols be down to clap-bitch...
Fuck wit me get smack-quick, doc be sowen you up like jeans lap-stitch...
cats now really is whack-holmes, spread the news-dudes...
Kon get angry i attack-domes, let off wit the duece-duece...
I'm applyin but 3 percent, of the skill jus my nut-sack-bears...
my style not for-rent, come back when ya nuts-got-hairs...
Cats be minor-league, dont need to spit the power-i-posess...
ya spine'll-bleed, Fuck wit me, they put flowers-on'ya-chest..
Representative of the Move-ment, Kon and R.A.W runnin-shit...
Tecks-attentative they ooze-clips, keep at least a gun-in-hip...
Rap is fun i clap a gun ya black ass run you whack and dumb....
slap ya son trap ya hun tap her bum smack her fat back and cum... *HA*
I’m Kon the King of my hood and da local Hip-Hop...
When I grab a mic spit dat merkage nigga’s lip-drop..
My own dad, told me I was a bastard so why-bother...
Fuck that bronx rican spicca, cuz I call rap my-father...
Bullets ’penetrate’ and leave ya infected for days...
My guns infected so many nigga’z I call it AIDS...
I swing with no words and be leavin you tooth-less...
This is a fuckin freestyle so imagine my booth-spits...
I spit that heat man and what I speak is scary-words...
CUZ WHEN I ‘shoot’ its like I was fuckin Larry-Bird... MOTHER FUCKER... EZ!!!