Canibus (Verse 1):
The pressure I'm under
Could wake a vampire from slumber
The undead hunter
Coagulated blood guzzler
The rogue warhorse in inclement weather
Sucking sour milk from a cow utter, that kind of pressure
Muffle your pay with a muzzle make it sound better
Then try to breathe through a mask stuffed with down feathers
The crowned ripper
The time tested sound wizard
I stand at the foot of the fountain of wisdom, listen
Just let these light orbs glisten
Through your speaker system
We can go wherever you wanna visit
Using my world-renowned vision
The black Kissinger from Kimmet
Now how you wan' do this n***a
Ya'll hear that? crickets
I'm made out of bars and biometrics
Jigsaw leave your spin severed
Horus rise
Meteorites streak across skies
You wanna drive-through ordering fries
(Gargle, if he dies, he dies)
(unsure: "well must get fried eyes?)
As the temperature drops below ice
Fingertips put out candle wicks
My muscles twitch, so lit
I might try to arm wrestle you for your bitch