[Canibus]   Innocent bystanders get shot by standing //   Or you’ll be checking for leaks //   Niggas’ll leave your blood spilling in the streets //      [Canibus]   Yo //   Can you feel it? Nothing can save you //   ‘Cause this is the season of infra-red laser //   And since I got time, what I’m going to do //   Is show you how you can get spotted by one too //   ‘Cause I don’t give a fuck, I just cock back and bust //   With more arms than an octopus, as if one gun wasn’t enough //   I fuck around and pull eight out //   Blast your face off, or blow your brains out, nigga I leave you laid out //   Then I pull the gat in my waist out //   Put it in your mouth and keep squeezing ‘til the whole clip is sprayed out //   Take the gun in my ankle-brace out //   Shoot you in the stomach ‘til I see the last meal you ate drain out //   Your face looks spaced out, I gut you like a trout //   Scream my name out, while I’m scrapping your rib-cage out //   Squeeze with the index, spray like a bottle of Windex //   Bullets buzzing by your head like insects //   From your head to your mid-sec //   And I ain’t even shoot you in your legs, or your limbs, or your dick yet //   Your masculinity is questionable; you probably a homosexual //   Just the thought of having a woman laid next to you probably threatens you //   You probably look at grapes and see testicles //   You probable fantasize about vegetables like cucumbers and bananas having sex with you //   And you probably let gerbils crawl up your rectum too //   Shame on you, I defecate on you and simultaneously urinate on you //   Pour some acid-rain on you //   I stop your heart-beat with heat //   You weak, nigga, I leave your blood spilling in the streets //      [Canibus]   Innocent bystanders get shot by standing //   Or you’ll be checking for leaks //   Niggas’ll leave your blood spilling in the streets //      [Canibus]   Yo, Yo, Yo //   Journalist, what you working with? //      Thirty bullet banana clips //   Just to handle the kick, I got to glue it to my hands and shit //   We got permits to murder shit, we critically injure niggas who deserve this shit //   Put them in the tourniquet //      Drive over curves with it //   And crash who don’t insert their shit //   We’ll leave you shoeless, and keep shooting //   Look how much life liquid your loosing; you need a blood transfusion //