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 Motha$#&@er I started this

As far as artists that spit Canibus is dominant
Hot %#@! from a lava pit
Studied by oceanographers

At the oceans bottom with rocket ship sound effects
A ripper in the flesh signed in ink, ^!$$%
You ain't ill if you need time to think

You talk %#@! my personality splits
You get ripped and that's it
A +True Hollywood Story+ (*##$

In my world Jermaine's gone Canibus is just a Monica
Stay behind to follow up and demolish you $#&@s
Can-I-bus (Yeah!) now that's what I'm talking bout

Call me Mr. spit %#@! 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 $#&@s 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