[Canibus]
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It's like this y'all, Canibus y'all
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About to rip y'all with the raw shit y'all
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With my hard core raw dog Kurupt
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'Bout to blow this shit the fuck up
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It's two-thousand B.C., 'bout to take it to
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two-thousand A.D
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Yea, my mother fucking man Ray on the track
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Check it out
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[Canibus]
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Yo, yo
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It's two-thousand A.D.: After Disaster
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Fly's buzz around a million rappers cadavers
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Never been the type to talk
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My ice-grill's like, looking down the wide jaws of a white shark
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'Bout to rip off your arms like perforated paper
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A hundred times more sharper than stainless steal razors
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Shock you with an electrically charged taser
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'Till you turn blue in the face, and die from asphyxiation
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The stench of a thousand ounces
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Grab you by the throat and blow my second-hand weed smoke down it
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Don't give a fuck what month you dropping in
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I'll be in the Dungeon hollering, 'fuck you and your cult following'
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You cum-swallowing transsexual fag
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With crabs, and breasts that sag, dressed in drag
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Running full-paged ads in the porno mags
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With pictures of you with a dick in your mouth and a dick in your ass
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Kurupt where you at?
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Yea, the Dungeon style
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Yea, the dungeon
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Yo
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Lyrically, I'm bananas
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My tongue moves like Hindu belly-dancers performing tantra
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I blur your vision like slow shuttled speeds on the camera
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Get up in that ass like colon cancer
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Brain cells handpicked
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Organically enhanced with third millennium medical standards
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My D.N.A. was tampered with
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By genetic engineers with scholarship grants that stupid in Stanford
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Canibus, too advanced for this shit
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Turn spit to gas vapour, then back to spit
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Your style is one-quarter bull, one-quarter horseshit
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One-quarter garbage, and one-quarter nonsense
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Make you nauseous 'till you vomit
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Like the Backwards Pharcyde video going forwards
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As I drink the blood of a thousand emcees
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I can tell by the taste of the pulp if they was hand-squeezed
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This is Transylvania, vampire mania
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You should be afraid of my fangs in your neck draining you
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I was made to bust, made to crush
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Any mic me and Kurupt touch, turn to dusk
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See? I'm as dangerous as they come
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Dangerous with or without a gun, I've been dangerous since day one
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Rhyme flows explode like pyros
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Stick to your ribs like chicken and thick gravy from Roscoes
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Get your head flown if you dumb in the dome
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Or struck with some stones 'till you feel numb in the bones
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You better keep your big mouth closed
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'Fore I stick the muzzle of the chrome in that hole under your nose
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Send a signal to my index, and tell it to fold
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In the direction of my wrist bone to release your soul
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I told you to freeze, if I was you I would have froze
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But you chose the other route and got blown full of holes
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Pistol to your mug, cripple your tongue, rip through your lungs
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Write your name on your tombstone scribbled in blood
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Give me a little love
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There anybody out there that never felt one rhyme that Can-I-Bus bust?
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You a liar, liar, pants on fire
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Watch the G.O.A.T. with the ghost-writer get slaughtered by a tiger
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Seen him in the Pun video holding up his lighter
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Smeared his career like doo-doo inside a diaper
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My style is sicker than, infected women and men
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I'm so raw, I can catch AIDS without sticking it in
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Flip and dip like shrimps and scampi
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Switch language like a black kid raised by a Spanish nanny
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And we do it like that when we in the dungeon
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Past the motherfucking mic to Kuruption
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The Dungeon
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Canibus |