D12 (X-Treme™ Saider) Activity as Phuctivity Lyrics:
Check it out This is my shit 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 bitch 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 Fuckin 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 fuck that stank bitch with the saggy ass
titties Fuck all the niggas that dont represent
our city Fuck JLB they dont play none of my shit
Fuck all them niggas that be suckin our dicks

[Kuniva] 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 fuck any D.J that dont play Bizarre's shit
Fuck your sister I dont like her she dont suck
dick Fuck that nigga that talk shit to my crew
Fuck all yall niggas who say I dont like you

[Bugz] Im a brand named guy Who loves to stay
high Got a ten inch dick and the gun the same
size A bitch named bitch Whos thick with grey
eyes Who loves to suck dick and get hit by eight
guys Its Bugz bitch, you the fuck you thunk it
was? Gettin drunk with drunken thug Too fucken
[ Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/GAU ]
numb to feel the buzz Yall niggas know the image
No gimmicks, No timids, no manners, and no limits
This time, bitch, 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 bitch you will Sit
you still, tie you up Begin to ill And destroy
you face, Im with some shit that u can feel

Fuck all yall niggas who say dirty dozen's dead
Fuckin your new wife in your brand new bed Fuck
your chicken head she suck dick anyway Fuck
anybody who say crime dont pay

[Proof] 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 fuck-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 Fuck _ 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 bitch their aint no comin back Remember that

[Bizarre] Its the big guy, quick to get on you
Battle? I'll be glad to shit on you Come against
my crew and see who gets destroyed Fuck 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 bitch Im just to ill Gimme ten pills y'all
run across the Lambo Field Like bitches _ , _ _,
think of the illest line know And I bet you i
already said it Just forget it, cuz you niggas
pathetic Pop shit, yall niggas go and get it
Beat your ass hang ya with this fuckin mic cord
Fuck 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"

Fuck any body who beef with d-12 Fuck all yall
momma their pussy's smell Fuck anybody that wanna
bring tha beef Fuck all yall hoes that say my
feet stick Fuck them niggas that dont give us
radio play Fuck takin a bath i dont wash anyways
Fuck anybody tryin to be on our team Fuck all
yall niggas with them weak ass dream Fuck all
them niggas watchin videos to be rappers that
their not cuz they cant rock the fucken spot Fuck
all yall niggas with them dirty ass shoes come in
the club like your dope and your singing the blues
Fuck anybody tryin to kiss our ass Fuck all yall
niggas who wont cut my grass Fuck all them niggas
who aint getitn no money Fuck all yo' hoes who
wont let me stick their honey Fuck all the girls
who aint givin up the sex Fuck all you niggas and
im askin whos next Fuck anybody wanna battle my
crew Fuck, Fuck you, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck you Fuck
anybody wanna get down with _ Fuck all yall
niggas sayin you cant feel my mommy Fuck you
mommy Fuck your daddy Fuck your gramma Fuck his
caddy Fuck your people Fuck everybody Fuck his
girlfriend Fuck John Gotti Fuck the Mafia Fuck
_ Fuck New York Fuck Detriot Fuck New Jersy
Fuck California
Lyrics: Activity as Phuctivity, D12 (X-Treme™
Saider) [end]