Текст песни Activity as Phuctivity - D12
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
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
Альбом
The Underground EP
1 Bad News
2 Bring Our Boys
3 Cock and Squeeze
4 Fuck Battlin
5 Filthy
6 Activity as Phuctivity
7 Chance to Advance
8 Derelict Theme
9 Art of War
10 6 Reasons
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