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Canibus - Intro Lyrics This beat may sound great, but im teeling you right know its so full of hate, im sitting here fuck its late, im screaming at the golden gate, im at my ladies house, im sneaking around like a mouse, i wanna see my girl, so i ring tha bell, i get a strange feeling of hell, when the door starts to open, i start chokin, because what i see is a man in his boxers, i start yelling an hitting my locker, because i see her a few miniutes later, i start to freak full of rage, its like a story book an im turing tha page, im thinking about my first time on stage, i getting thos bursts of rage from the time i was locked in tha cage, i cant beileieve my girl did that, now im goin to get tha gat, i start runnin i kick tha cat, then i lose my hat, but i don’t give a fuck i jus need to get to the truck, i finaly make my way there, an start screaming why when an were, i get the gat a strat ti run back, i take one quick hit of crack to get me freking by the time i get back, i reach tha gate, my mind gets full of hate, i can feel my heart rate beating out my chest, man this girl was so the best, she was nothing like tha rest, i run to the door screaming U FUCKIN WHORE, i get to the house an all u hear is the gun roar, out he gose falls to the floor, i run to my gurl, an see my self hurl, she was my hole world, oh well shit happens, but i sit here an keep rappin, now i hear the chruch bells ring, ring ding ding, fuck man what a thing, all the cars lined up at the gate, the funral home was to small for this day, he was known by a lot of ppl, oh well look at the steaple, they carry is coffin to tha car, an i strat laughing, an then walk to tha bar, this is how it all ends, i hate my life, so i grabed a knife an slit my throat, i know this isnt right but who gives a fuck, good night.. Canibus - Intro Lyrics Rip the Jacker Lyrics Calling all dogs, calling all dogs Be on the look out for a big homo nigga with dimples And I'ma let y'all know somethin', it ain't just start here We've been preyin' on that ass since 'Jack the Ripper' And now its time to rip it to the jacker (ahhhhhhhhhhh .....) [Verse 1] No rapper could rap quite like I can You know who the fuck I am, I'm the canibus man I had to rock to a beat like this to show you That I'm iller then the future, the present, and the old you I told you, wish you could take it all back don't you Tried to smoke some canibus but canibus smoked you Calling yourself the greatest is something you don't do Cause after I humiliate you what will the G.O.A.T. do You can't rap or act my main man You goin' end up as an intern working for Def Jam See you was never bad enough to battle with Canibus You out of luck, I crushed you the minute I got tatted up And every lie you told just added up cause you wasn't man enough To be fair, but I'm mad a fuck and I've had enough Jack the ripper or I'ma rip the jacker Rape a rapper with a classic from his own masters You're dead [Verse 2] There's a rumor going around that I got dropped 200,000 albums sold at 10 dollars a pop 300,000 albums were shipped, you do the math Thats 3 million in 3 months so kiss my ass All these magazines tried to steamroll me to death Guess what, the G.O.A.T. ain't platinum and neither is 'Clef And I'm still here, inspite of all that shit them niggaz said The skinny kid, the music industry's guinea pig Tighter then ever, world's chief mic recka Tougher then reverend run's muthafuckin' leatha I'm hardcore, cum shot right in your wife's face You soft porn, you held hands on the first date See when you was making records like I need love Your homie Cornell was givin' it to you up the butt Plus I heard Simone was the high school slut And she learned how to fuck before she knew how to cuss Nigga you're dead [Verse 3] You married a slut and had kids with her to cover up your hustle You and your man Russell made a better couple Your probably mad as fuck, wondering where I got the information from Your being watched even when you take a dump Its impossible to front, you can't hide The chairs at your label got ears and the walls got eyes Your living one big lie the world just don't know You take a polygraph test that shit would probably explode The truth is mr. smith you got a fucked up attitude God knows that I pitty your fans for backing you Yo, this be the realest shit I ever wrote You should change your muthafuckin' name from G.O.A.T. to G.L.O.A.T. The Greatest Liar Of All Time that cannot rhyme That cannot shine as long as I'm alive Your prime ended 8 months before '99 And that microphone on your arm will always be mine Nigga you're dead [Verse 4] I told you to leave it alone, but you was too stubborn Now your in a world where the hunter becomes the hunted Your wife is scared cause she don't want to lose a husband And somebody keeps paging you putting 4321 in You can't sleep at night thinking about the drama Shit stains all up in your phat farm pijamas Even f.u.b.u. gear looks hot until it touches you Probably because your father undoubtedly butt-fucked you Mama said knock who out? I'll punch that bitch in the mouth Cause she don't know what she talking about Ay yo, do me a favor when you see your ghostwriters Tell them the rhymes they wrote for you should have been a lot tighter You could have asked me, I'll write you some lines I'll do anything for the greatest loser of all time You still drippin' with wack juice 'cause you wack nigga If you want the last word you can have it, I'm still iller You're dead |
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