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 "