Derelict Theme Lyrics - D-12

[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