Lyrics
(Xcon)
You won't like me when I'm just a little mad
My evil is written down in ink
People won't even blink when I come near,
Vocals so sharp that it will pierce your ear,
I be Eating emcee's raw, blood flowing down my jaw,
Using my words as a chainsaw,
I'm more mad then any rapper, then any killer,
When I'm mad you be begging me to stop, no dice
Got this shit locked in ice, real tight, you be screaming
Like when crowds ignite, like two gangs getting ready to fight,
Chloroform on cloth, drag you in the middle of the night
I think sick thoughts; so sick Charles Manson throws up quick,
But that's not the trick, its the way you kick it,
Brick to a face or a stick to someone's rib cage
Doesn't matter what age, a blow to the head, 12 gauge,
Plus you gotta do this shit when you're enraged,
Lay low, you won't even know until you see your own blood stain the snow
Drag you away, tie them up, strip them, line them up
Tarintino won't even think its fiction, after I smash their head to a pulp
I can hear these next fags in line just just sweat'in and gulp'in
Think'in twice before they want to kill
The Lesson is, you don't mess with someone so mentally ill
(Konflict)
i use personification as my weapon of choice,
i dont use violence i use my voice,
that is my primary weapon,
mobsters to go to jail and start confessen,
naming all of their pistols, magnums and wessons,
they go from being bosses to going to where cops is,
if u mess with the os you'll soon find out the rest,
try to take me on and make your face scarred,
send you to jail and do 100 years behind bars,
animals with brutality don't know the reality of battling me,
u think u and your crew can do a lot of damage,
konflict and the xcon are like venom and carnage,
you couldn't manage the rampage,
the rage is played through verbal ways,
shockwaves so powerful they can be heard from miles away,
i come behind hills silent,
then confront the enemy and make him face the violence,
make him pay for all the evil he brings
i stay original like the sins,
xcons view and mine may differ,
but we must bring the sinner to a trial,
then lock the sucka up now whos being hostile,
your nothin but a vile piece of shit,
my wit, and the way i spit got you to admit
the double homocide you did with 2 clips,
a gun, lighter fluid and rum,
brought you to justice now your done
