We just gon have some fun with hip hop
A lil hip hop... relax hold on to ya seats
Oh yeah this is the total banger too
Word up total banger baby
Hip hop style baby yand'all remember
By the middle of march when the pregnancy starts
In your ladiesand' placenta that means l just entered
Duck taped your little bitch ass for frontin
You poor little crackhead ass ainand't hurtin nuttin
Nigga you want the fame, now youand're famous overnight
Famous for getting fucked by a stick of dynamite
Youand're weak nigga, you bout to die up in your sleep
The overlord of rap will never meet defeat
Pain and agony, i donand't touch them zones
Fucking everlasting lyrical methods is my throne
Blast ya fifty pound ass and make you float
You read it shook nigga, i wrote the book, nigga
Held down my crown for a decade and a half
Now iand'm bout to give your grimy ass a blood bath
Talk about bein broke, nigga iand'm rich
Cause i learned, to seperated the money from the bitch
Donand't hate me cause iand'm paid, hate me because
Iand'm everything you want to be : handsome, young, plus legendary
Talk about farrakhan, nigga you got to call jesse jackson
For some affirmative action
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Can-i-bus ! yes you can!
Donand't ever open your mouth and mention my seeds
Talk about my book you bought to read
You know you watch the sitcom nigga so stop that
Mad rapper, but now you turned mad actor
Forty-nine pounds and tryin to be a monster
Run around town with the bob marley imposters
Ask canibus, he ainand't understandin this
Cause ninety-nine percent of his fans, donand't exist
Iand'm goin underground and blowin your rep down
Next time, save that shit for the lyricistand's lounge
Or a house party, where you can battle some clown
On top of all that, i beat your homeless ass down
Heard that convicted rapist on the record too
Fresh out of jail, ass cheeks still black and blue
Tell me bout the things ear biter taught you
How to bust a nut or two? (yeah thatand's butta boo)
You be decomposin, but you frozen because my titleand's stolen
Steady rollin in a world that iand'm controllin
Vanguard awards are for kings who get off!
Clock platinum mountains, the praise of the lord
Talkin bout my first and second and third born
Now i got a fourth, canibus, but he cut off
From the riches of my empire, iand'm like a pimp
Who thought he had to retire but found a new canibus to hire
Youand're hardcore, innocence like heather hunter
But definitely not with the lyrics that drop thunder
Found you in a trash can, hat black, cause you scared to bust
Nigga in todd we trust
Chorus
Now break it down for me !
See i, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, amateur, m,cand's
In hip-hop, word up, no bullshit
Oh i ainand't done yet
You soft as a newborn baby takin a nap
Make my dick hard with that bitch ass track
Where you at? smokin in some one room flat
Suckin on clefand's dick hopin to come back
Never that, nigga my size is unlimited
Yours is prohibited, of course thatand's contributed
To not knowin ya limits and who you need to test
When you step into the house of the lord and get blessed
Get on your knees, bow down to my degrees
Young slacker, save that demo for jack the rapper
You gargoyle, slash olive oil, pussycat
I wrapped up in aluminum foil, ready to boil
Iand'ma tear the skin off ya ass with ten knuckles
Rhymes was weak, they made me chuckle like a name buckle
You call em lyrics, nigga you need to stop
You goin out --- ahh fuck it, you goin pop
I feed you a poisonous verse so donand't try it
No more rhymin, you on a lyric fast diet
Call the paramedic and tell them that he pathetic
His lyrics ainand't energetic youand're sweet as a diabetic
Career be over next year, yeah i said it
Look over your shoulder nigga, where you headed
Muthafucka, whereand's a rhyme when you need it?
First rule of lyrical war, never repeat it
You said that same bullshit at house of blues
Lit the pipe, dropped the match, and sparked the wrong fuse
Thatand's you, yeah nigga iand'm goin at you
Stop basinand', and you can be a role model too
Diss my moms, whoand's the real rap don ?
Who ruled for fifteen years and drops bombs ?
Whoand's got solid gold grammyand's that say todd ?
Ll, when you drop verses the niggaand's wrong
Faggot, you better battle number two
Cause number one, got his title locked down son
The king of all rappers that ever graced the stage
Or the mic, best that ever did it iand'm wicked
Write a verse and flip it, melt it down to liquid
And drown shorty, fill his lungs until i rip it
Chest busts open, heart bursts and smokin
You see that nigga son? (damn l, we was only jokin)
Maneuver manipulate brainwaves transform
Your thought process, when my pen gets erect
Warning, all mcand's better retreat
Look at corny-bus, he canand't walk down his own street
Better run and get the fugees
Cause i eat, eat, eat, mcand's
Devour they titles, cause iand'm an idol slash icon
And tell wyclef, donand't even turn his fuckin mic on
Sold ya nigga, thought i told ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game over nigga (one more time son)
Sold ya nigga, thought i told ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game over nigga
Chorus
andquot; now wait for the studio audience to applaud, faggot, hahahah andquot;
