Canibus Phuk U

Canibus]
Yo, yo //
Ayo, nobody can flow with ‘Bis, rock a show with ‘Bis //
Or go toe to toe with Bis, none of y’all can coexist //
We living in an Ice Age, and it’s cold as shit //
A hundred-thousand dollar price range; niggas is frozen stiff //
All I know is this, my felt tip, hotter than Hell get //
A hundred eighty six thousand miles per sec can melt flesh //
Give a nigga a tan, aerosol cans expand and explode in my hand //
While I promote that new Canibus jam //
Niggas feel it underground with stalactites hanging from the ceiling //
I'm out on tour with thirty city trips //
Every state is like bitches be bulimic for dicks //
Screaming the chorus, half unconscious, I hold my cordless //
Smoke the most enormous trees in the rain forest //
While the people go insane for us //
I pierce a cloud and make it rain on us //
Break the equipment and tell the engineer that I ain’t paying for it //
I freestyle the whole set //
Kicking a hundred bars, nigga fuck who's on next //
Phuk U //

[Canibus]
Fuck them extra niggas that's always around you //
Fuck niggas that talk about you and try to clown you //
Fuck niggas you run into that never did nothing for you //
Fuck niggas that’s lying telling people they discovered you //
Fuck niggas that’s jealous ‘cause you nicer than them //
Don't give a fuck who you offend you got to fight ‘til the end //
If you fuck a groupie chicken when you out on tour //
Smoke a little bit of weed with her then fuck her some more //
Tell her to bring three friends so you can fuck all four //
Menage-a-trois, what the fuck she expect, you a dog //
Almighty God blessed you with a dick and two balls //
So if you like to fuck pussy that don't mean that you wrong //
Unless you fuck it raw dog, I fuck a nappy dug out //
Bust in her mouth, kick her the fuck out //
She'll cuss me out, like //

[Canibus]
Yo, yo //
Your superstar status don't mean shit to me //
Lyrically sucker emcees still get frequency //
Try to diss me now, how you sound? //
Yo, whoever signed you, must be running the circus ‘cause you a clown //
You a rapper with a drug habit, hiding the truth //
Camouflaging your needle tracks with some colorful tattoos //
You was never equipped for this, never equipped to spit with Bis //
I'm swift as shit, let me point out the main differences //
You magnificent, I'm Mic-Nificent //
Yo, I’d even go out on a limb with it, say you write a little bit //
That don't make you a tight lyricist, cause you don't practice or stick with it //
Look at the sixty hour shifts I spend with this //
I never quit, I got a gift for the art //
A low maintenance cost, no physical moving parts //
In ninety-eight, niggas thought I was God //
How the fuck did that change, I'm still one of the illest niggas in the game //
So look inside yourself and tell me what you see //
If you see a hungry nigga then you looking at me //
And its aight if you don't trust me, cause I don't trust you //
As a matter of fact I'll probably bust you, mother fucker, fuck you //