[canibus]   Yo, the fact that I'm down wit def squad's hard to determine   Till you see me hoppin out the coupe wit e sermon   Or hoppin out the keith murray suburban   Or hoppin out the lex land wit redman, wildin and cursin   My thought process is mysterious like the lochness   My furious mindset is complex   Killin shit like a carniverous millitant prehistoric monster   Comin to stomp all over you hip-hop conference   Landed in an unidentified flying object   Turn you into an unidentified frying carcus   The smell of raw flesh make you nauseous   Acidest arsonist, burnin your bones to carbon and phosphorus   My metaphors sting like after haircuts when   The alcohol is applied to the raw skin   So whoever wanna battle get blasted   Get your teeth enamel shattered, shitted on like pampers   You had a bad bitch, I left the back twist   I stuck my dick in everything from asshole to the nasal passage   Dug her out all day, then changed my sperm dna   Now she got nobody to blame   I been spittin raw, what the fuck you think I'm livin for   Throw me in jail, I'll do a prison tour   For wannabe hard niggaz, insecure niggaz   Wit they heads to big for they neck to support niggaz   Three in the squad plus me equal four members   An extra addition for any special force mission   Man listen      [erick sermon]   Ain't these niggaz on some shit   Keith murray, canibus ain't no stoppin it uhh      [keith murray]   Let me draw a brief description of what happened   I was rappin, niggaz got the scrappin, guns got the clappin   Three-fifty-seven degrees I was separated   Have bullets deflected metal, bodies decapitated   Gush! a nigga got struck as I look   I caught the next guy runnin by wit the metal hook   Blew his back open, blood gushed on my face   A bitch fainted 'cause she seen I enjoyed the taste   The case is that I split your melon   And feed it to the jigga-boos wit fried chicken wings   I'm wildin for long island, I turned and took charles ferguson   And open fire on any trains now   You may never know who's in your shadow   You punk ass niggaz just best stay shallow   And hollow, if you wanna live to see tomorrow   'cause ain't no sun comin out tomorrow   Yo, I might do something y'all niggaz might regret like   Blast you in your face and disregard your vest   I'm pissin and dissin off of recognition and niggaz to listen   Just to let you pussies know how I'm livin   'cause I return like the jedi, wit my dead eye   Leave niggaz to die, peace to niggaz up in bed-stuy   Oh-ah, this that type of shit that make them niggaz wanna wet it   Word up, got me ready to set it      [deja vu]   Seems I steps wit aggression   To any bitch who think they nice in this profession   What? what you think your wrecking?    I break your stlye down to little fragments   The pain is permanent, so spare yourself the embarassment   Buck-fifty 'cross the face   Followed by knife wounds to the chest for you attempt to retaliate   I noticed all you bitches flows is based around clothes   But deja vu got something for you stankin hoes   Studio gangsta bitches I diminish ideas of bringin beef   Before the thought even finishes   I wanna see red, blood from a chicken head   'for I wild the fuck out like the grateful dead   This wild style must run in my genes   Because my sister's in the county   And my brother just came home from green   I strike like the black widow, through the underground radio   Kiddo and still stack dirty ditto