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[Canibus] I make your bitch crew shit stools // I put a pistol in your mouth and pull, then I feed you to the pit-bulls // Don't even talk about guns // The only nine you got, is a five dollar bill and four ones // So I don't really care what y'all niggas say // Because anything that can't penetrate ricochets // Rhyming with me on the record? // You might as well had died and went to hell instead of heaven // ‘Cause my rhyme weapon is like a medieval torture method // Your four limbs tied to four horses, all pulling in different directions // In this profession I get busy without a question // Seeing me is like seeing a vampires reflection // Fast or slow flows connect like electrodes // I make cassette tape decks blow when I'm in wreck-mode // Explode leaving areas abandoned // With more radiation behind than spots UFO's land in // [Canibus] I'm the meanest mother fucker on this whole Navy Seal team // And I can kill anything if it bleeds or breathes // Calling all bitch-ass niggas and bitch-ass bitches // I got a Howitzer bigger than any Four-Fifth is // Rapping is a raw business // But as an individual I'm as different as anybody's finger print is // If boring is the norm, I'm the antonym // Put me in the same category you would put Marilyn Manson in // Bugging like a satanic evangelist // Jogging butt naked down Sunset Boulevard in Los Angeles // Every emcee in your crew will get ruined or wounded // You talk the bullshit, and be too scared to do shit // I'm the type of nigga that'll prove it, produce shit // Spent so much time in the studio I had to move in // A soldier, who practices West Indian Obia // I can drink the poison from a king cobra // ‘Cause long after y'all are dead and gone // I survive the nuclear holocaust like a roach arthropod // |
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