[Verse: Canibus]
Can-I-Bus rock with Jurassic, the word metallurgy masters
Purse rappers observe how black lives scatter
With leaf blowers, cover a clergy and pastors with dirty asses
In God's eyes, only urgency mattered
Bare-chested only endures, doing windmills with no drawers
In every direction, I shit on your bars
Focus my breathing, tactical throwaway within reason
Intravenous vitamin C and B3, B12 divided by 4, give me Omega-3, The emcee where money comes in bloody T-Rex teeth
Frontal lobе to the front, smoke half a blunt
Operatе half a dozen Bluetooth devices at once
Sacrifice a pound of flesh for every ounce of paces
It amalgamates to something k-kin to self-annihilation
Holy mother of Jesus, male rappers with hemorrhagic fevers
Females with hemorrhagic queefers
They don't wanna talk about it, me neither
They don't believe there is such a creature: Raptor meets reaper
Ravenous usel eater, up all night like tweakers
In front of butane heaters, pulling out ingrown hairs with tweezers
Not on my face, but on my girl's beaver
I keep her because she's not a terminal bleeder
I research homeopathic healers, channeling Saturnalian teachers falling into deep sleep seizures
Only to wake up, we get to see I slowly develop alien features
Like Mr. Barber making beats in theater
On drum machines smoking reefer with E.T. fingers
Like a million iPictorial financial seekers
Canibus and J5 in your speaker, wireless receiver
I'm so eager to use my new birdfeeder
Getting my youth from back in the day
Nobody rhyme like this to this day
The capital C, the capital J
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