Oh no! He's alive!

Rip the Jacker!

Master!

Please help us!

Please please ahhhh!



I'm the real king of my kingdom

I make my women practice isolationism as soon as I get 'em

Run my world with an iron rod behind iron bars

Enclosed behind iron doors in a small iron box in the corner

Shielded behind fire walls with water doors

Down the gaseous corridor

Welcome to my world of horror

A coroner with an immortal ora

The rhyme slinging highlander ripper rip you to live longer

Get strong every record that I record

Morph my arms into a sword and clothesline you running forward

You can't ignore Bis Mothafucker I started this

As far as artists that spit Canibus is dominant

Hot shit from a lava pit

Studied by oceanographers

At the oceans bottom with rocket ship sound effects

A ripper in the flesh signed in ink, nigga

You ain't ill if you need time to think

You talk shit my personality splits

You get ripped and that's it

A +True Hollywood Story+ bitch

In my world Jermaine's gone Canibus is just a Monica

Stay behind to follow up and demolish you fucks

Can-I-bus (Yeah!) now that's what I'm talking bout

Call me Mr. spit shit also known as toilet mouth

Y'all been warned about a million times

I done wrote about a million rhymes since July '85

When I'm writing I'm impervious to fraud

My fine arts verbal collage is worthy of the gods

When I'm 30 years old I'ma quit rhyming

Collect my own catalogue and open up a library

Lock myself in solitary six months at a time

Work at the university and teach sick fucks how to rhyme

Nobody safe nobody say that they great

I'll put a Jacker's whole body in a crate

Trap your soul in an electromagnetic face

Put the crate on a wide-low rider and drive it in a lake

Look in my eyes then look in my face

Nobody's here to arbitrate

Realise its time for your fate