The Ripper Strikes Back

We just gon have some fun with hip hop

A lil hip hop... relax hold on to ya seats

Oh yeah this is the total banger too

Word up total banger baby

Hip Hop style baby y'all remember

By the middle of March when the pregnancy starts

In your ladies' placenta that means L just entered

Duck taped your little bitch ass for frontin

You poor little crackhead ass ain't hurtin nuttin

Nigga you want the fame, now you're famous overnight

Famous for getting fucked by a stick of dynamite

You're weak nigga, you bout to die up in your sleep

The overlord of rap will never meet defeat

Pain and agony, I don't touch them zones

Fucking everlasting lyrical methods is my throne

Blast ya fifty pound ass and make you float

You read it shook nigga, I wrote the book, nigga

Held down my crown for a decade and a half

Now I'm bout to give your grimy ass a blood bath

Talk about bein broke, nigga I'm rich

Cause I learned, to seperated the money from the bitch

Don't hate me cause I'm paid, hate me because

I'm everything you want to be : handsome, young, plus legendary

Talk about Farrakhan, nigga you got to call Jesse Jackson

For some Affirmative Action

Chorus: repeat 4X

Can-I-Bus ! Yes you can!

Don't ever open your mouth and mention my seeds

Talk about my book you bought to read

You know you watch the sitcom nigga so stop that

Mad rapper, but now you turned mad actor

Forty-nine pounds and tryin to be a monster

Run around town with the Bob Marley imposters

Ask Canibus, he ain't understandin this

Cause ninety-nine percent of his fans, don't exist

I'm goin underground and blowin your rep down

Next time, save that shit for the Lyricist's Lounge

Or a House Party, where you can battle some clown

On top of all that, I beat your homeless ass down

Heard that convicted rapist on the record too

Fresh out of jail, ass cheeks still black and blue

Tell me bout the things ear biter taught you

How to bust a nut or two? (Yeah that's butta boo)

You be decomposin, but you frozen because my title's stolen

Steady rollin in a world that I'm controllin

Vanguard awards are for Kings who get OFF!

Clock platinum mountains, the praise of the Lord

Talkin bout my first and second and third born

Now I got a fourth, Canibus, but he cut off

From the riches of my empire, I'm like a pimp

Who thought he had to retire but found a new Canibus to hire

You're hardcore, innocence like Heather Hunter

But definitely not with the lyrics that drop thunder

Found you in a trash can, hat black, cause you scared to bust

Nigga in Todd we trust