Oh no! He`s alive!
Rip the Jacker!
Master!
Please help us!
Please please ahhhh!
I`m the real king of my kingdom
I make my women practice isolationism as soon as I get `em
Run my world with an iron rod behind iron bars
Enclosed behind iron doors in a small iron box in the corner
Shielded behind fire walls with water doors
Down the gaseous corridor
Welcome to my world of horror
A coroner with an immortal ora
The rhyme slinging highlander ripper rip you to live longer
Get strong every record that I record
Morph my arms into a sword and clothesline you running forward
You can`t ignore Bis Mothafucker I started this
As far as artists that spit Canibus is dominant
Hot shit from a lava pit
Studied by oceanographers
At the oceans bottom with rocket ship sound effects
A ripper in the flesh signed in ink, nigga
You ain`t ill if you need time to think
You talk shit my personality splits
You get ripped and that`s it
A +True Hollywood Story+ bitch
In my world Jermaine`s gone Canibus is just a Monica
Stay behind to follow up and demolish you fucks
Can-I-bus (Yeah!) now that`s what I`m talking bout
Call me Mr. spit shit also known as toilet mouth
Y`all been warned about a million times
I done wrote about a million rhymes since July `85
When I`m writing I`m impervious to fraud
My fine arts verbal collage is worthy of the gods
When I`m 30 years old I`ma quit rhyming
Collect my own catalogue and open up a library
Lock myself in solitary six months at a time
Work at the university and teach sick fucks how to rhyme
Nobody safe nobody say that they great
I`ll put a Jacker`s whole body in a crate
Trap your soul in an electromagnetic face
Put the crate on a wide-low rider and drive it in a lake
Look in my eyes then look in my face
Nobody`s here to arbitrate
Realise its time for your fate
