[Canibus]   Yo, Yeah //   You niggas better //   All you could do is die slow nigga //   All you could do is die //   Fuck y’all //      [Canibus]   Yo, Yo //   You against me? No contest, my tongue hydraulics //   Strong enough to flip a sixty-four Impala with three adult passengers //   And a four-hundred pound driver //   And drown you in less than an ounce of your own saliva //   Rubber-faced rappers get //   Stretched like elastic Claymation characters with verbal vernacular //   Slapping you, like a white-water rafter or an Olympic kayaker //   Paddling across the Niagara //   My afterburners should be burning you after your body’s already been splashed with acid //   And you turn into ashes //   Assassins camouflaged in the grass blasting //   Leaving blood all over your lady like Jackie Onassis //   I fly your body out of Dallas //   Perform plastic surgery while we’re airborne and switch caskets //   Then lie to the masses, I tell them that you got murdered over some East-West beef //   Between rappers //   Radio stations’ll express they sadness //   Play classics back to back and pass out ‘stop the violence’ pamphlets //   Just imagine, every night your girl’s fucking your best-friend //   While you’re in Hell, throwing tantrums //   I be lamping in a mansion, somewhere out in the Hamptons //   Giving some pretty-ass bitch a spanking //   Nigga you can’t win, I’m laughing ‘cause you a has-been //   You can’t get your groove back, so don’t even bother asking Angela Bassett //   You’ll just get your ass kicked, get your head chopped off, and dropped in a basket //   My left arm’s taken but my right one’s free //   That means I can diss another mother fucking emcee //   With rhymes that appear clearer than liquid crystal //   My lyrical is more visual than television screen pixels //   I fire pistols, hit you with miniature missiles //   Riddle your body with holes, then watch the blood trickle //   You probably had no idea what you was getting into //   ‘Cause on the mic, Can-I-Bus is invincible //      [Canibus]   And he’s always trying to battle you //      Yeah, every time he freestyles, his words be getting bleeped out //      But the shit don’t come out until next week //      Yo that nigga ‘Bis dumbs out //      [Canibus]   Yo, that nigga Journalist gets busy yo //      I seen him in ‘Bis’ video //      But that nigga sounds like an amateur //      Yo, he got some heavy gold shit //      Yeah, the niggas that he rolls with, probably let him hold it //