Census Bureau

[Intro: Kon Artis]

Yeah, we straight from the census bureau

Haha, (Runyan Ave)

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We lookin for your momma (D12)

Heh ha hah (Ah hah)

Where your momma at? (Miko)

Where your momma at? (Young Zee, ay Dame)

Where your momma at? ([?] [?] [?] ah ha hah)

I wanna fuck that bitch

Her stankin ass (Ay Em where your momma at?)

(Ohhhh-ohhhhh) Uh huh, yo

Heh heh

[Verse 1: Kon Artis]

You know me, Denaun the same ol' nigga

I spray paint your car up like Rain-O nigga

See me and you are sorta like the same I guess

We both rock mics but yours is into our chest

You can't do nuttin to me, Runyan Ave's unruly

And truly this ain't a movie, you get slapped with the tooly

So pass the slimmy and the Hennessy, I got the energy

To steal every car in this vicinity, you feelin me?

Take it back to when Das EFX was sayin niggity-wiggity-wild

Piggity-pow, nigga be out

You don't really want war, I'm chillin at your door

This uzi will have you bloody windmill-ing on the floor

I can't be a punk, my daddy wasn't none

I lose a fight after school and I came home and got one

You reap what you sew, that shit you oughta know

I keep it on the flo' under the seat - I ain't a ho!

[Hook: Kuniva & (Kon Artist)]

You know it's been a while but we feelin it now

(The rough sound muh'fucker, niggas killin it now)

Goddamn! You don't want no problems B

(Get your name in the obituary column sheet)

It's that same ol' shit, niggas back again

(Yo yo, you fallin off, goin back to smokin crack again)

Hit the weed (guzzle your Corona) pass the Gin

(Better duck cause they back bustin gats again)

[Verse 2: Swifty McVay]

A basket case indeed; stronger than a can of mace

Slap you in the face while you patty-cakin witcha seed

I'll be makin all these niggas wanna take a beam

And put it right on my head

You don't be takin heed, you probably idol the Feds

Havin meetings to recite what I said

Liable to have you in a medical room

Walk in that bitch with a cell phone then turn it on

"You fittin to die holmes!" {*explosion*}

Got a chrome that be fuckin up shit worse than I

You would swear that I'm a Gemini

I kill a guy for nothin - eye to eye

And I ain't gotta touch them niggas face soon as I say somethin

Got a pump that'll tear your arm quick, when I leave a carcass

You would think you in Death Row's office (AHH!) {*gun clicks*}

(Hang a nigga!) I'm ill enough to fall in the middle of moshpits

Survive and I'm gettin up high without a flaw bitch!

[Hook: Kuniva & (Kon Artist)]

You know it's been a while but we feelin it now

(The rough sound muh'fucker, niggas killin it now)

Goddamn! You don't want no problems B

(Get your name in the obituary column sheet)

It's that same ol' shit, niggas back again

(Yo yo, you fallin off, goin back to smokin crack again)

Hit the weed (guzzle your Corona) pass the Gin

(Better duck cause they back bustin gats again)

[Verse 3: Proof]

I'm a dog on the mic that'll brawl out with Christ

Get to cappin at your captain 'til he fall outta life

I'm all outta nice, nigga tuck your chain

Put holes in your head and finger-fuck your brain

Fool fuck this game, I'm poppin at coach

Momma dropped me on my head and knew that somethin was broke

I ain't feelin nothin you wrote so I'm stompin your throat

Show up at the hospital and start punchin your folks

I'm a uzi with arms and legs

Duty calm your man, before my tooly bomb his head (WHAT!)

You wanna take what my 40-cal since you bitch-made

Spittin the right game so yo' ass can get laid

The fuck down, I don't give a fuck now, whassup?

Talkin bout "Clappin" - quit actin, you barely bust nuts

Don't get it twisted at the gates, the name is Proof

And I'mma kill every man that came with you

[Verse 4: Bizarre]

Yeah, yeah - KNOCK KNOCK! Guess who showed up?

44-mag and tear your whole door up

Pink shower cap and, yellow drawers

My dick's so small, I can pee on my own balls (hahaha)

When it comes to pussy, Bizarre goes to work

That's why my mouth smell like hot dogs and yellow Persh (eww!)

So tell your momma hit me on my cell phone

I ain't home, I'm so wet gettin stoned with Norah Jones

[Hook: Kuniva & (Kon Artist)]

You know it's been a while but we feelin it now

(The rough sound muh'fucker, niggas killin it now)

Goddamn! You don't want no problems B

(Get your name in the obituary column sheet)

It's that same ol' shit, niggas back again

(Yo yo, you fallin off, goin back to smokin crack again)

Hit the weed (guzzle your Corona) pass the Gin

(Better duck cause they back bustin gats again)

[Verse 5: Kuniva]

Yo, I chuck niggas daily, a six-man crew that's born crazy

A triple O.G. like Tray Deee (whattup Loc?)

I stay sparkin, bitch I got a attitude

I step on your shoes and won't say pardon - be cautious!

Hidin from the one-time, nutty as I wanna be

Wild and disorderly, pissin on your toilet seat

Nigga now you know it's me, I got a .44 wit me

Bitches all over me, +Sayin Yes+ like Floetry

Homie you wanna be a G? Go toe-to-toe wit me

It ain't no ho in me dawg, I shoot out where your colons be

Wave the people-mover, crowd-controller

Rob niggas 'til my pockets look greener than Yoda

And you know that I'm the Shady type, the crazy type

That's probably why promoters never pay me right

We a bunch of hooligans, my hands is on the tool again

I'm bout to bust a Huey and spray up a fuckin school again

[Hook: Kuniva & (Kon Artist)]

You know it's been a while but we feelin it now

(The rough sound muh'fucker, niggas killin it now)

Goddamn! You don't want no problems B

(Get your name in the obituary column sheet)

It's that same ol' shit, niggas back again

(Yo yo, you fallin off, goin back to smokin crack again)

Hit the weed (guzzle your Corona) pass the Gin

(Better duck cause they back bustin gats again)

[Outro: Bizarre]

Yeah.. D-12

Devil's Night.. part two..

The drama.. continues..

KaySlay.. hahahaha..