[Canibus]nYo, Yeah //nYou niggas better //nAll you could do is die slow nigga //nAll you could do is die //nFuck y’all //nn[Canibus]nYo, Yo //nYou against me? No contest, my tongue hydraulics //nStrong enough to flip a sixty-four Impala with three adult passengers //nAnd a four-hundred pound driver //nAnd drown you in less than an ounce of your own saliva //nRubber-faced rappers get //nStretched like elastic Claymation characters with verbal vernacular //nSlapping you, like a white-water rafter or an Olympic kayaker //nPaddling across the Niagara //nMy afterburners should be burning you after your body’s already been splashed with acid //nAnd you turn into ashes //nAssassins camouflaged in the grass blasting //nLeaving blood all over your lady like Jackie Onassis //nI fly your body out of Dallas //nPerform plastic surgery while we’re airborne and switch caskets //nThen lie to the masses, I tell them that you got murdered over some East-West beef //nBetween rappers //nRadio stations’ll express they sadness //nPlay classics back to back and pass out ‘stop the violence’ pamphlets //nJust imagine, every night your girl’s fucking your best-friend //nWhile you’re in Hell, throwing tantrums //nI be lamping in a mansion, somewhere out in the Hamptons //nGiving some pretty-ass bitch a spanking //nNigga you can’t win, I’m laughing ‘cause you a has-been //nYou can’t get your groove back, so don’t even bother asking Angela Bassett //nYou’ll just get your ass kicked, get your head chopped off, and dropped in a basket //nMy left arm’s taken but my right one’s free //nThat means I can diss another mother fucking emcee //nWith rhymes that appear clearer than liquid crystal //nMy lyrical is more visual than television screen pixels //nI fire pistols, hit you with miniature missiles //nRiddle your body with holes, then watch the blood trickle //nYou probably had no idea what you was getting into //n‘Cause on the mic, Can-I-Bus is invincible //nn[Canibus]nAnd he’s always trying to battle you //nnYeah, every time he freestyles, his words be getting bleeped out //nnBut the shit don’t come out until next week //nnYo that nigga ‘Bis dumbs out //nn[Canibus]nYo, that nigga Journalist gets busy yo //nnI seen him in ‘Bis’ video //nnBut that nigga sounds like an amateur //nnYo, he got some heavy gold shit //nnYeah, the niggas that he rolls with, probably let him hold it //