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
Mode You look like some kind of toad Why are you a moron? Got a skateboard, gnarly rad With money from your mom and dad Take a bath 'cause you smell
you, the right neckercise I do for you Can't help to explain, critics on the side Your favorite talker, I don't sweat, everybody's gonna complain If the publications
cough it up and call your mother I see you just can't find the time But time found me without much bother I saw that boy become a man He bathed in blood
then call me the Pac Man Table top or just give me a lap dance The Rock to the Park to the Point to the Flatlands That man Ludacris (woo) in the public
Washin my brains in the public fountain Buildin my brains in the shadow of the mountain of glass and steel Wrap me in your arms again I'll make you warm
sales While at home their paper wives and paper kids Paper the walls to keep their gut reactions hid Yellow checkers for the kitchen Climbing ivy for the bath
days You come here and pay a fee For the privilege to pee Twenty years we've had the drought And our reservoirs have all dried up I take my baths now
they call me the pac man Table top or just give me the lap dance The rock to the park to the point to the flat lands That man n Ludacris (woo) in the public
This is a public service annoucement for safe sex Safe sex is what I kick Cause you never know when you'll meet a freaky chick Just Put a condom on your
for four weeks some summers And it's about to get real wild in the half You be buying Evian just to take a fuckin bath Heads is acting wild, sippin poor
then drowned at the tide So to choke, I'll make you sell your fuckin' soul My Challacal 22 turned the asshole into charcoal I pull out, machetes in public
to ask If only I had the shoes in which to dance To take a chance to free myself Enough to paint a portrait Of my paternal grandma Nude in public Rude
Money black heart thump make me punch faces Pervert kings stood behind the curtain for the blade stick So much in a blood bath numbers dullard thought
to lose, dignity torn in two The massive bill you've fought it through, more tries, more like that score that you You see all the public's point of views
sales While at home their paper wives And paper kids Paper the walls to keep their gut reactions hid Yellow checkers for the kitchen Climbing ivy for the bath