Yo, Yo, Yo

Wack mc's is so fake

You make me wanna punch ya whole face

Hit you so hard my hand breaks

And my shoulder dislocates

You ever heard the sound ya bones make when they break?

It's like stomping on a whole crate of porcelain plates

Run over ya skull wit a tank

Rip out ya guts wit a shank

Then bite you wit poisonous fangs fa tryna mess wit the champ

Nigga you can't

You shouldn't even try to

Half the square root of my IQ is beyond you

So when you see me on the street

You betta not say a damn thing to me

Cuz sucka you pink pussy

I gotta rhyme degree

Triggahappy fingers of fury

Put one in ya skully and 5 in ya belly

Cuz whenever rhymes fly

Like bullets in drive-bys

I catch em and throw em back like Miami Highline

Cock mines

Spit counterclockwise

And shoot 5

3 missed you

2 hit you

1 in the leg

1 in the thigh







Yo, cuz Canibus was ol' skool

Before niggaz was talkin about jewels

Before engineers was usin protools

I make my own rules

No matter what i flow to

Started vacuum in the mic booth the way my tongue moves







I'm prolly what you'd call a

Record industry population enforcer

I track suckas down from borda ta borda

Just like the stories of the hare and the tortoise

The rabbit was faster but fell asleep in the forest

But lost cuz the Tortoise had endurance

I always stay focused the longest

I promise I could battle any artist until they just get exhausted

and forfeit

Wit actual supernatural forces

I'm a Horseman from Hell

Immune to the garlic water and the *pause* crosses

After the last album I went thru a metamorphasis

And probably fired more people than Doug Mo