[Verse One]

Ha ha ha ha ha

Check out the bizarre style that I display god
Ha ha ha ha ha

Kinda like when the biz went

Eh eh eh eh eh

But this is the Canibus with the

Ha ha ha ha ha

Now

Ha ha ha ha ha

Ain't just the name of the song

Ha ha ha ha ha

It's probably my favorite response

When I'm walking on the street or I'm out at the mall

And people be talking that blah blah blah

Ha ha ha ha ha

But anyway, a regular day is just like this

Canibus writes a rhyme then Canibus spits, Like

Ha ha ha ha ha

I eat eat eat rhymes, Niggas don't be understanding that shit

Why you think I went and put a fucking mic on my arm

'Cause it belongs to me and I belong next to Ghengis Khan

In a coffin carbon-dryed with my body in bronze

Like Han Solo when he got frozen in Star Wars

Ha ha ha ha ha

I'm great but I'm not the greatest

Ha ha ha ha ha

I believe I'm god but I'm not aethiest

Ha ha ha ha ha

I'm crazy but I'm not the craziest

I'm just a normal heterosexual homosapien

Ha ha ha ha ha

The industry tried to cave me and I was an arch angel

But they changed me into Damien

Ha ha ha ha ha

The evil spirit of rap, the evil rapper

Ha ha ha ha ha

Rip the jacker

Master of the ceremony, most people know me as such

My disciples know me as master 'Bus

I can

Ha ha ha ha ha

Change their life with a touch, cause I'm

Ha ha ha ha ha

Lyrically gifted as fuck

Can-I-Bus, could bust it down pound for pound

My style'll make a thousand mc's bow

Ha ha ha ha ha

You can yah yah yah cha cha cha cha cha all you want

Y'all niggas know the Canibus is the one

Ha ha ha ha ha

Ha ha ha ha ha

The rhyme creator

At the drop of a dime I spit 100 b-a-rs

I'm a S-T-A-R since the day I was born

And I'll be a star til the day that I'm gone

Ha ha ha ha ha

You can agree with uh-huh or disagree with uh-uh

Whatever, niggas can't front

Ha ha ha ha ha

If they respond too late to the 911 call

They find you on the floor with a razor blade in your palm

Deep cuts an inch wide and 5 inches long

Paramedics feel for a pulse to see if you gone

You was pronounced D.O.A before you got to E.R.

The doctor swore that suicide was the probably cause

Probably because, you weak insecure motherfuckers

feel lost when you hear me roar

Ha ha ha ha ha

Like-uh the predator starring schwartzenegger

Before he triggered the bomb he went

Ha ha ha ha ha

Ha ha ha ha ha

The evil spirit of rap, the evil rapper

Ha ha ha ha ha

Rip the jacker



[Verse Two]

Its legibly unimaginable, mathematically incalculable

inextricably infalible

Let's not forget utterly impossible or

Morally unsermountable to assume that I could lose if I battled you

My scholastic aptitude is 1602

100 bars was just a glimpse of the truth

Physical proof that I'm the best at this

I've contructed sentences

That'll stand longer then stone henges megaliths

My 1st and 2nd albums consists of more then a million terabits

More then any of you rappers ever spit

Vote for me as president, In about a day or so

I be up in the white house getting feletio

By an administrative assistant with deep throat

Butt naked on the floor knee deep in some coke

Or on a speaker phone freestyling with some of my folks

Humping a ho tampering with the republican vote

I'm like Mel Gibson in Braveheart, fighting swordsman

Dodging arrows from the arches 'cause I'm a horesman

Flying circles around you like flying saucers

Flying circles around the royal air force's flying fortress

Maximize my wins, minimize my loses

Til I'm exhausted then lounge like the lyricists on Rawkus

I'm unsigned right now, it's like I'm an orphan

Looking for a home taking all calls and offers

Notify the prince and the duke of earl

I'm probably the illest english speaking mc in the world

Ghetto fabulous, verbally hazardous

Ask any baptist, roman catholic or satanic activist

Even them trippy hippies on college campuses know about Canibus

I've got rhymes like beads on an abacus

My styles totally out the bracket

Scientist in thick glasses and pocket protectors want to patent it

My talent is unmatched by any rapper in this rapping biz

By any rapper on this planet's grid

Show me where he is, I sign the ordenance

To bomb his coordinants with Agent Orange and torture him

Burn the skin off of him, throw a towel on him and stomp on him

Rip the towel off then pour salt on him

Continue my verbal assault on him til its 12 in the morning

And turn into the werewolf monster on him

Rip his heart out, eat it while its still pumping

The blood still running, it tastes like boiled dumplings

Starving artist, I turned down scholarships to Oxford College

'Cause I heard they didn't serve porridge

Smartest then any man in Scotland yard is

Used to work for MI6 but quit 'cause I couldn't take orders

I was the original James Bond before Sean Conn', Roger Moore,

Timothy Dalton and Pierce Brosman

The most awesome walking, talking, breathing

English speaking mc in the European region

Rip you to pieces like communism leaflets

Beef with 'Bis is like playing chess without the pieces

Modern Christians without Jesus, Rasta's without Reefer

Jamaican's in Princeton without Visa's

Radio's without speakers, Mother nature without the 4 seasons

Without a jacket outside when its freezing

I'ma tell you straight up, no lie

Canibus is the illest motherfucker alive

Ha ha ha ha ha

The evil spirit of rap, the evil rapper

Rip the jacker