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, y'all remember



By the middle of march, when the pregnancy starts

In your ladies' placenta, that means l just entered

Duck taped your little bitch ass for frontin

You poor little crackhead ass ain't hurtin nuttin

Nigga you want the fame, now you're famous overnight

Famous for getting fucked by a stick of dynamite

You're weak nigga, you bout to die up in your sleep

The overlord of rap will never meet defeat

Pain and agony, i don'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 i'm bout to give your grimy ass a blood bath

Talk about bein broke, nigga i'm rich

Cause i learned, to seperated the money from the bitch

Don't hate me cause i'm paid, hate me because

I'm everything you want to be : handsome, young, plus legendary

Talk about farrakhan, nigga you got to call jesse jackson

For some affirmative action



Chorus: repeat 4x



Can-i-bus ! yes you can!



Don'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 ain't understandin this

Cause ninety-nine percent of his fans, don't exist

I'm goin underground and blowin your rep down

Next time, save that shit for the lyricist'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 that's butta boo)

You be decomposin, but you frozen because my title's stolen

Steady rollin in a world that i'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, i'm like a pimp

Who thought he had to retire but found a new canibus to hire

You'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,c's

In hip-hop, word up, no bullshit

Oh i ain'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 clef's dick hopin to come back

Never that, nigga my size is unlimited

Yours is prohibited, of course that'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

I'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 don't try it

No more rhymin, you on a lyric fast diet

Call the paramedic and tell them that he pathetic

His lyrics ain't energetic you're sweet as a diabetic

Career be over next year, yeah i said it

Look over your shoulder nigga, where you headed

Muthafucka, where'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

That's you, yeah nigga i'm goin at you

Stop basin', and you can be a role model too

Diss my moms, who's the real rap don ?

Who ruled for fifteen years and drops bombs ?

Who's got solid gold grammy's that say todd

While you dropped verses at niggas' proms

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 i'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 mc's better retreat

Look at corny-bus, he can't walk down his own street

Better run and get the fugees

Cause i eat, eat, eat, mc's

Devour they titles, cause i'm an idol slash icon

And tell wyclef, don'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



" now wait for the studio audience to applaud, faggot, hahahah "


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