Yo   (Die slow)   Yeah   (Die slow)   Ya niggas better   (Die slow)   Uh   (Die slow)      All you can do is die slow nigga   (Die slow)   (Die slow)   (Die slow)   (Die slow)   (Die slow)   (Die slow)      All you can do is die   (Die slow)   Yeah   (Die slow)   (Die slow)      Fuck y'all   (Die slow)   (Die slow)   Die slow nigga   (Die slow)   (Die slow)      Yo, you against me, no contest, my tongue hydraulics   Strong enough to flip a '64 Impala with 3 adult passengers   And a 4 hundred pound driver   And drown you in less than an ounce of your own saliva      Rubber face rappers get, stretched like elastic   Claymation characters wit verbal vernacular   Slappin' ya, like a white water rafter   Or a Olympic kayaked, paddlin' across the Niagara      My afterburners'll be burnin' you after   Ya' body already been splashed with acid and you turn to ashes   Assassins camouflaged in the grass blastin'   Leavin' blood all over ya' lady like Jackie O'Nassis      I'll fly ya' body outta Dallas   Perform plastic surgery while we airborne and switch caskets   Then lie to the masses, I'll tell 'em that   You got murdered over some East West beef, between rappers      Radio stations'll express their sadness   Play classics back to back and pass out stop the violence pamphlets   Just imagine, every night ya' girls fuckin' ya' best friend   While you in hell throwin' tantrums      I'll be lampin' in a mansion somewhere out in the Hamptons   Givin' some pretty ass bitch a spankin', nigga you can't win   I'm laughin' 'cause you a has been   You'll never get ya' groove back      So don't even bother askin', Angela Bassett   You'll just get ya' ass kicked   Get ya' head chopped off and dropped in a basket   My left arms taken but my right ones free   That means I could diss another muthafuckin' emcee      Wit rhymes that appear clearer than liquid crystal   My lyrical is more visual than television screen pixels   I fire pistols, hit you wit' miniature missiles   Riddle ya' body wit' holes then watch the blood sprinkle      Ya probably had no idea what you was gettin' into   On the mic, Can-i-bus is invincible   Fuck you      (Die slow)   Hey yo, that nigga got an attitude   (Die slow)   Yeah, he be actin' rude   (Die slow)   And he's always trynna' battle you   (Die slow)   That last album was terrible      (Die slow)   When he's on the radio   (Die slow)   He never got a clean mouth   (Die slow)   Yeah, every time he freestyles   (Die slow)   His words be gettin' bleeped out      (Die slow)   You got the album?   (Die slow)   Naw, I heard it was weak   (Die slow)   You got the album? I said it was weak   (Die slow)   But the shit don't come out till next week      (Die slow)   Hey yo, I like the nigga's beats   (Die slow)   Yo that shit be comin' bugged out   (Die slow)   Hey yo, that nigga Bis dumbs out   (Die slow)   He waited too long to come out      To you bitch niggas who talk alot but walk the block, in halter tops   Left side of ya chest, mark the spot   That's where a nigga put it, when I'm hooded   Then fill you up wit big bullets prepare you for some channel 6 footage      Know what is, me and Bis, runnin' through ya courtyard   Creepin' wit a four-five and reachin' for ya door knob   Throw a gun under ya chin, see how quick your whore rise   One shot could have a short slide, right out the North side      Your whole flow is porkrine, spit the small oints   I'm nasty, but my small joints grip the bar point   Drop on top of the blue line, right beside the red one   Keep the flow fearsome, 'til the day my career done      Bring it to ya ass if you the challengin' type   Especially those, surroundin' the mic, sound of the light   To the Journ, y'all ain't no suitable splitters   True to you niggas, lay you out on MD's, recoupin' ya liver      Shoutin' my name   Ya best to control the noise soldier boy   Or homicide will be all over you poys with Polaroids      (Die slow)   Yeah, yo that nigga Journalist gets busy yo   (Die slow)   I heard he's from Philly yo   (Die slow)   I seen him in Bis video   (Die slow)   He's so skinny tho'      (Die slow)   Now he's rollin' wit Canibus?   (Die slow)   I don't even understand his shit   (Die slow)   That nigga sounds like an amateur   (Die slow)   Yo, I heard Jay manage him      (Die slow)   Yo, he got some heavy gold shit   (Die slow)   Man, that's some old shit   (Die slow)   Yeah yo, the niggas that he roll wit'   (Die slow)   Probably let 'em hold it      (Die slow)   He got alotta Benji's   (Die slow)   No he don't   (Die slow)   Every time, when I see him in the back of the source   (Die slow)   He looks [Incomprehensible]