Quote the Illest Verse/Lines !

When I'm with you baby, tell me why, tell me so
I ask you to go high, you tell me to go low
So I go low, (slurp), taste the shit
(Slurp), taste it again, I like it
(Rrr) I'm the original G-O-D
Making young ladies scream's my specialty
When I go DUN DUN DUN DUH, girls get hype
From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped
When I kill, that ol' mad funky flow
Not sayin Ason, duck duck disco
Or disco duck, strictly hip hop
Baby baby, I can't stop
Wu, gots ta like come on through
Soo, that's the call for the Wu
I came here to rectify
BROOKLYN ZOO, terrify
Why, niggas wanna get up and rap and rap and rap
Man, **** that
Shit, that I make it's the skit
I wanna see ya hands in the air, can ya dig it
Let's sing the song
Come on party people, all in together now, sing along

Have you ever ever ever
In your long legged life
Had a bald headed *****
For your bald headed wife

Stomp by ODB

[Slug]
I'm sparked, waiting for the dark to hit
Cause once the moon gets above my apartment
I catch fits for starting shit
I'm smart with it, I give it that special touch when I push it
Cause I'm also a label rep, and I can't allow no bullshit
So shush kid, shush baby, shut your eyes
Lay your head back, shed the fear and let the tears crystallize
I wish the flies to land upon your forehead
When I extract the essence from your head
and leave your body resting in Moorehead
I've left more dead reputations than HIV can
But for every killing there's a reason and it's not just MC's, man!
I'm watching C-SPAN, waiting for the first state rep
To take the first step, to have me killed off to make this world perfect
Well lets get shit right, right here, right now, right away.
Atmosphere mother****er, if I need to I could fly away
I'll grind you and your weak crew into beef stew
Serve you with seafood
You can't cloud my vision cuz you're see-through

[Spawn]
You need to recognize the size of the Atmos
You ain't as tall as half this madness past what you practice
Obviously you can't **** with my tactics, you bastards
Thats why you breath fast ***** - no need to ask

[Slug]
We dug the fingernails underneath the skin of your scalp, then peeled it
Sent your underdeveloped pre-school style on a field trip
Now bite your tongue, this is how the mic gets done
A whole tree to pick some fruit from, man,
You had to choose the ripest one

[Spawn]
That said it all, it comes from inside, and how you ride
the sound wire when it's live and the vibes feelin right
Catchin' the motion given by rhythms when you hit 'em on time
with lines, makin' sure your rhyme soundin' tight
Your voice should travel without the babble of the average emcee
so listen please use discretion when you breathe
sound is vibration, I choose to use it with a vision
and then comes the style and precision...

[Slug]
No more longer will we hold your hand
Why? Cause you're too damn old
Oh yeah, the networks called
They told me to tell you you've been cancelled
They also said big up for all the support
Thanks to your devotion, they now control the world
So let your hair down and eat the poison with a tall glass of Tang
I'm rising past the bank, with smile I'm flashin my fangs
I tumble over some, cuz some I don't over stand
I got the clout from Spawn, from now on, I know the plan

[Spawn]
It's the noise it makes, that generates the passion I have
It's the void it breaks, that stimulates when mics get grabbed
It takes shape - escapes from these vocal chords I have
Atmosphere: music makers from the Rhymesayers lab

[Slug]
Come now, whofi gwan test the giants, when we apply this
Vice grips to your eyelids to make you read the fine print
The tyrants that gave you crisis, left you silenced
Don't breathe a sigh of relief 'till you hear the rescue sirens

[Spawn]
Supreme, be this team, we got this shit on lock
Obviously we hid the key under an upscale rock
So you could knock all you want to but you ain't gettin' in
You could try to crash the door but you ain't gettin' in
Nigga, what, my definition is raw, I got you all
wishin' I'd fall, so things could get better for y'all
but I'm tall, and got game, remain the same for the duration
Area code 6-1-2, my present location...

[Slug]
Atmosphere...embellished with talent and the wisdom not abuse it
Blessed with insight, friends and influences
Thats what keeps us dope, what makes us dope is the surroundings
Inspiration stems from love and stress compounding
Stamina: that is achieved over the course of time
in fact, time taught me how to breath, battle, not to court my mind
defined as lyricist - the Atmosphericist
makin sure you fear this shit every time you hear this shit

[Spawn] Sound is vibration
[Slug] This sound is taken
[Spawn] Sound is vibration
[Slug] And the ground is shakin'
[Spawn] Vibration is sound
[Slug] Yo, we found your replacement
[Spawn] Vibration is sound
[Slug] Now who makes the sound?

Atmosphere - Sound is Vibration

Originally posted by Phat J
[Slug]
I'm sparked, waiting for the dark to hit
Cause once the moon gets above my apartment
I catch fits for starting shit
I'm smart with it, I give it that special touch when I push it
Cause I'm also a label rep, and I can't allow no bullshit
So shush kid, shush baby, shut your eyes
Lay your head back, shed the fear and let the tears crystallize
I wish the flies to land upon your forehead
When I extract the essence from your head
and leave your body resting in Moorehead
I've left more dead reputations than HIV can
But for every killing there's a reason and it's not just MC's, man!
I'm watching C-SPAN, waiting for the first state rep
To take the first step, to have me killed off to make this world perfect
Well lets get shit right, right here, right now, right away.
Atmosphere mother****er, if I need to I could fly away
I'll grind you and your weak crew into beef stew
Serve you with seafood
You can't cloud my vision cuz you're see-through

[Spawn]
You need to recognize the size of the Atmos
You ain't as tall as half this madness past what you practice
Obviously you can't **** with my tactics, you bastards
Thats why you breath fast ***** - no need to ask

[Slug]
We dug the fingernails underneath the skin of your scalp, then peeled it
Sent your underdeveloped pre-school style on a field trip
Now bite your tongue, this is how the mic gets done
A whole tree to pick some fruit from, man,
You had to choose the ripest one

[Spawn]
That said it all, it comes from inside, and how you ride
the sound wire when it's live and the vibes feelin right
Catchin' the motion given by rhythms when you hit 'em on time
with lines, makin' sure your rhyme soundin' tight
Your voice should travel without the babble of the average emcee
so listen please use discretion when you breathe
sound is vibration, I choose to use it with a vision
and then comes the style and precision...

[Slug]
No more longer will we hold your hand
Why? Cause you're too damn old
Oh yeah, the networks called
They told me to tell you you've been cancelled
They also said big up for all the support
Thanks to your devotion, they now control the world
So let your hair down and eat the poison with a tall glass of Tang
I'm rising past the bank, with smile I'm flashin my fangs
I tumble over some, cuz some I don't over stand
I got the clout from Spawn, from now on, I know the plan

[Spawn]
It's the noise it makes, that generates the passion I have
It's the void it breaks, that stimulates when mics get grabbed
It takes shape - escapes from these vocal chords I have
Atmosphere: music makers from the Rhymesayers lab

[Slug]
Come now, whofi gwan test the giants, when we apply this
Vice grips to your eyelids to make you read the fine print
The tyrants that gave you crisis, left you silenced
Don't breathe a sigh of relief 'till you hear the rescue sirens

[Spawn]
Supreme, be this team, we got this shit on lock
Obviously we hid the key under an upscale rock
So you could knock all you want to but you ain't gettin' in
You could try to crash the door but you ain't gettin' in
Nigga, what, my definition is raw, I got you all
wishin' I'd fall, so things could get better for y'all
but I'm tall, and got game, remain the same for the duration
Area code 6-1-2, my present location...

[Slug]
Atmosphere...embellished with talent and the wisdom not abuse it
Blessed with insight, friends and influences
Thats what keeps us dope, what makes us dope is the surroundings
Inspiration stems from love and stress compounding
Stamina: that is achieved over the course of time
in fact, time taught me how to breath, battle, not to court my mind
defined as lyricist - the Atmosphericist
makin sure you fear this shit every time you hear this shit

[Spawn] Sound is vibration
[Slug] This sound is taken
[Spawn] Sound is vibration
[Slug] And the ground is shakin'
[Spawn] Vibration is sound
[Slug] Yo, we found your replacement
[Spawn] Vibration is sound
[Slug] Now who makes the sound?

Atmosphere - Sound is Vibration

same with 'Scapegoat' and '1597'

Thug Life

"Cradle to the Grave"

Daddy worked 2 jobs and mama won't stop drinkin' rum,
I tried to cope, loc, but my family's broke,
and my pockets short so now i gotta slang dope,
in tha game, filled wit pain, it's a fcukin' shame!,
the white man got a muthufcuku slangin' cain,
So now it's on from dusk til dawn i'm gettin my swerve on,
Always in the spot wit my glock selling rocks on the blocks!,
tha sh*t don't stop.
i'm steady dodging cops,
i never flip flop

And if i hit the pen i gotta do my time!,
sittin' on my bunk, reminiscin' 'bout tha good times,
it's fcuked up a nigga gotta grow up doin' dirt!,
but from the cradle to tha grave i'ma put in work!.

Deacon
We flava the music, chop this screw that
take you through church in a verse til you view fact
holy ghost, from the lowly coast, spit humility
facin critics cold fronts, blockin our humidity

Natti
we own rap

Deacon
fo sho as cognac’ll twist yo dome back
our tracks? see, they be nappy

Natti
but you can’t comb that

Deacon
call it el natural sound of soul
you ain’t seen these darts or how fast they’ve flown

Natti
From, ‘tween these parts and the ones ‘nere known
my slang bang with a twang and hang on earlobes
you hear natti, hot as caddies with no steerin column on ‘em

Deacon
with enough lines to dry all the clothes that you own

Natti
since when did the south

Deacon
get pinned in a drought

Natti
not never been clever since big pens been about
reachin whateva levels that’ll suspend any doubt
that we as bad as yo kids when this mics to our mouth

Hook

I hear em talkin ’bout Southern folks can’t rhyme
some of yall must be out ya got damn mind
yeah, it’s about that time, we got that shine
and niggaz been about them lines
Since When?
ever since A Pocket Full of Stones
Ridin Dirty in a chevy, sittin heavy on chrome
ever since Goodie Mo had food for soul
and them dirty Red Dawgs done hit the do’
Since When?

Natti
The Mason-Dixon Line, been across ya mind like night-sticks
rain down on the game and **** it up like white kicks
i might switch, south-paw,

Deacon
knuckle to jaw

Natti
if another broke nigga spit about spendin it all
i spit the gems that you splurge to put around neck
so save that to pay back all your loans and debts

Deacon
A Maybach and a plaque? is that all you get? shhhit

Natti
we struggle to juggle talent with a helluva sales pitch

Deacon
Standin on southern dirt that helped America get rich
ye’ ain’t gotta struggle with a shovel to dig this
cold as no power, after hours in the winter months
hot though

Natti
Crock-pot flow

Deacon
so here dinner comes
walk them sheltoes down underground railroads

Natti
Niggaz fresh outta jail clothes, spittin like hell’s close

Deacon
and these words at slurred, maybe how you listen’s blurred
you ain’t feelin sickness served?? muh****a kiss a curb

Hook

Cunninglynguists - Since When

the "Boondocks" theme song.

I am the stone that the builder refused
I am the visual, the inspiration,
that made ladies sing the blues
I'm the spark that makes that idea bright,
the same spark that lights the dark,
so that you could know your left from your right,
I am the ballot in the box, the bullet, in the gun,
That inner glow, that lets you know to call your brother son,
The story thats just begun,
the promise of what's to come,
and I'ma remain a soldier till the war iz won.

Judo flip, a chop chop chop,
A judo flip, chop chop chop
Judo flip, chop chop chop ....

Them niggaz pumpin dimes, trunk pumpin mine
I really make cake, you could call me Duncan Hines
Had a drunken mind, club wobbled out
Next stop, start trouble inside the waffle house
Mmm, click the nine, yup skip the line
Looked at home boy yo, your ***** is mine
Had a little knife, tried to flick his shine
Had a big gat, click clack, hit recline
Don't ever complain, over no dumb dame
See you big money, I'll turn 'em to chump change
Let my muscles show, cause I'm like Russell Crowe
Beautiful mind, took his *****, hustle hoe
That was her boo, yes sir true
But I collect the chicken, call me Purdue
His ex wife, a new sex life
But ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check it, go get ya wet wipes

Wet Wipes - Cam'ron

im not an Anticon fan, but Alias is great.

I'm trying to break this writer's cramp, massage my hand and daydream
Out the window innuendo, watch the water find it's path down the glass
It seems, erratic direction, it's only perfection
Rest my head inside my hands, pace back and forth inside my mind
I wish sometimes I wouldn't reminisce so much
such things, tend to make one reflect and dissect situations to an extreme
Hard now to redeem what was there before
No more gone are those days and ways have parted
Gone from feeling solid trust to outsmarted
Anyway, I'm now moving on to a distance far from yesterday
It's best this way
I feel as though I've missed this moment of truth
Outcome uneventfull. I've lost the ability to feel sentimental
I can stare at a puddle and see a million places I love
It's comforting thoughts of places I've been, places I will never see again
Send my love to all who were there, wishing I could crawl back in
But I've transformed and the pieces wouldn't fit, so the sorenecks will cease
Eyes searching to the sky to try to find some form of peace
And I keep pulling up blanks, yet I'm wearing this mask for the sake of others
We all miss things I suppose, we must let go, well I'm not ready
Just let me sit in silence and soak in what's trailing down the window
to cleanse my emotions, to begin the process of preparing myself

"Battlin me is hazardous to health
so put a quarter in ya *ss cause you played yourself" Big Daddy Kane

"You thought I was a donut, you tried to glaze me" Rakim

"Ya sh*t aint never gon pop like ten gold chains
That why I got ya b*tch blowing on me Nintendo games" Lloyd Banks AKA Boy Wonder AKA Gang Green AKA Blue Hefner AKA Lamborghini Lloyd AKA The punchline King

you forgot AKA shit rapper 😛

[Substantial]
Lyrically deep like the teachings of confucious
Spit ridiculous shit, Like a nipple-less *** - you're useless
But hang around anyway hoping to get felt
Lyrically acidic when I spit it, making mics melt
I should change my name to phillip cause I'm screwing you up
Like chicks with tongue piercings I'm assuming you suck
Plus, I'm the chosen one, you're feeling me like trinity
But you ain't ready to see me lose it, like your daughter's virginity

[Wordsworth]
Now these are similes, stop mixing the two
An ******* - no talent - that's a metaphor, a description of you
You said it was reviews in newspapers that pushed your album back
But it wouldn't have come out quicker if you induced labor
If you said something doper, I'd probably quote ya
But nothing sticks, like putting the opposite sides of magnets closer
The demographics of where my rap hits
Towers of above my peers, from where I control air traffic

[PackFM]
Eargasmic lyrics - multiples is what my verses give
You ain't a fan? Then I'm serving educational purposes
You always enter tournaments, always lose in round one
Somebody must have lost a wack MC cause I just found one
It ain't like you're trash - but you're far from dope, man
You're somewhere in the middle, chillin with Monie & Malcom
Your label's fronting on the dough, and they ain't paying
You couldn't get burn if satan gave you rotation on his station

[Chorus A]
It's Substantial, and the contract on your life is non-negotiable
(Cause every word I say should be a hip-hop quotable)
Wordsworth is the reason you're not spoken to
(Cause every word I say should be a hip-hop quotable)
If I battled you and all your fans, I guess that means I'm ripping both of you
(Cause every word I say should be a hip-hop quotable)
Session is the reason that your ***** not close to you
(Cause every word I say should be a hip-hop quotable)

[Session]
Words travel like Magellan does, you on top? Dead it cause
If you're over me - you must have fell in love
Puff an L and bug, cause I won't be swatted
I can't be seen - I'll be a dalmation and still won't be spotted
Cause in raps, you're played
Your piece of shit raps get *****-slapped
till it's all pitch black like Satchel Paige
Session - and I must be dissing a tramp

[Supastition]
Man, nobody likes me, I performed two songs and most hate it
I'm despised by the heavens, my tombstone is post-dated
I told flex he had to wait to get my album, but I guess he can't
Cause they caught him and Clue breaking in the pressing plant
I'm smacking ya, cause you ain't really said nothing spectacular
'Yo! You heard what he said?' - NOPE! I just remember how wack it was
Who the **** did your vocals? Man, what studio you pay
They made it sound like your mic was six studios away

[Rise]
Man, if you seen one MC on the scene, that's at least three
When they say the man is holding them down, they mean me
I'm like, "Lemme find out" things I already know
Like writers have to take a vote with what line to quote
That's horribly said - In, on, or off of your head
You gets no love! Who would talk you off of a ledge?
Because it looks and sounds like what you're spitting is hard
Special effects make you tougher like the Wizard of Oz

[Chorus A]
Session is the reason that your ***** not close to you
(Cause every word I say should be a hip-hop quotable)
You might say that you're better than rise, but that's a load of bull
(Cause every word I say should be a hip-hop quotable)
Oh, now you wanna give up Rhyming - you're long overdue
(Cause every word I say should be a hip-hop quotable)
The name is Tonedeff and these chickens be on the totem pole
(Cause every word I say should be a hip-hop quotable)

[Tonedeff]
Question..How do you call an MC nice, via the phone line?
Pick up and at the sound of the tone, just dial 3 four times
And speak after the beep or chime
And leave more mixed messages than, um
Tony Hawk's dentist, when telling him, "Please Don't Grind"
I reach bold heights that Sikhs won't find
Give guide dogs to rap wannabe's on sight, cause I tend to I beat foes blind
Don't mind your eyebrows, that'll regrow fine
As far as your life.I got a leash on yours and a new lease on mine
As far as your wife.well, she's easily occupied
You see, your girl got a lazy eye, and she's seeing me on the side
Quote me up in your thesis, I deserve a trophy for some of these quips
You're surrounded by pussies like you're the only brother of 3 kids
Whoa! Holy Mother of Jesus! you got a soccer mom?
I'm the goalie tucked in her cleavage.yelling 'Defense!'
You'd think your sense of listening was sent to prison
Cause I captivate minds with the strength to hold a genie against his wishes
I'm genius with these renditions mental attrition
Known for flowing longer than the Lord of the Rings director's cut special edition
So, step to the front, next if you're wishing
Claiming you got heart, but in regards to your flow, it seems there's a ventricle missing
Crab rappers with no clause in their contract and their genitals itching
Got me saying 'Pause' more than any general Vets assistant
So I go solo with no problem
While you got so many guests appearances, that you made a cameo on your own album

[Chorus]
This is what rhymin's about
Line for line, dying to come out
So you cant deny it or doubt
Signed or unsigned, trying to come out
In case you gotta rhyme in a bout
Then on every line you can count

- Quotables

"I'm stick to b*tches walls like Peter Parker" Ras Kass.

^ 😆

Originally posted by Blue_Hefner
"I'm stick to b*tches walls like Peter Parker" Ras Kass.

"I write better shit on accident than you do on purpose"Chino Xl

Yo, go get your ticket, your seats snacks and beverages
While we get wicked all in your brain cracks and crevaces
Servicing bulletins to you critical puritans
Who be shouting in my vicinity doubting my capability
Expect no defeat, my whole fleet be scorching
Keep across your vision blurred from heat distortion
The proportions better take precautions
While we shake the portion fakes are lost in, never flossing
The antidote for your mood we sloppy dope and I'm hoping
That what I wrote get you open like a Fallopian tube
In my crew we include brothers who worthy
Rebels indeed, J's from LA, I'm from Shahee
From Jersey, ever thirsty for success
Plus never vexed, flipping for Allah cause he blessed us
With the talent, to make Jurassic your next guest
Rocking since the '84 Fresh Fest, yes.

- Chali 2na

2pac

"Against All Odds"

This lil' nigga named Nas think he live like me,
talkin' bout he left the hospital & took 5 like me,
You livin' fantasies nigga, i'll reject yo deposit,
We shook Dre's punk ass, now we outta the closet,
Mobb Deep wonder why a nigga blowed them out,
next time grown folks talkin' nigga close yo mouth,
peep meh,
I take this war shit deeply,
done seen to many real playas fall to let you b*tch niggas beat me,
Puffy,
Let's be honest are you a punk or will you see me with gloves,
remember that sh*it you you said on Vibe about me being a thug?
Now you could tell the people you roll wit, whatevea you want,
but you and i know whats goin' on.

Payback!
I knew you b*tch niggas from way back!

For AC, some of Eminems wack lyrics after he "sold out" and "fell off" 😄

Let your hair down to the track,
Yeah kick on back. (Boo!)
The boogies monster of rap,
Yeah the man's back
With a plan to ambush this Bush administration,
Mush the Senate's face in and push this generation,
Of kids to stand and fight for the right
To say something you might not like,
This white hot light,
That i'm under,
No wonder,
I look so sunburnt,
Oh no,
I won't leave no stone unturned,
Oh no i won't leave, Wont go nowhere,
Do-si-do, Oh, yo, ho, hello there
Oh yeah don't think I won't go there,
Go to the Beirut and do a show there
Yah you laugh till your muthaf*ckin' ass gets drafted,
While you're at band camp thinkin' the crap can't happen,
Till you f*ck around, get an anthrax napkin,
Inside a package wrapped in saran Wrap wrappin',
Open the plastic and then you stand back gasping,
F*ckin' assassins hijackin' Amtracks crashin,
All this terror America demands action,
Next thing you know you've got Uncle Sam's ass askin'
To join the army or what you'll do for there Navy.
You just a baby,
Gettin' recruited at eighteen,
You're on a plane now,
Eatin their food and their baked beans.
I'm 28 ,
They gon take you 'fore they take me
Crazy insane or insane crazy?
When i say Hussein you say Shady,
My views aint changed still Inhumane,
Wait,
Arraigned two days late,
The date's today,
Hang me!

"Squaredance" - The Eminem Show

"a fake me is better than a real you"- Chino XL

Till I collapse I’m spilling these raps long as you feel em
Till the day that I drop you’ll never say that I’m not killing them
Cause when I am not then I am stop pennin' them
And I am not hip-hop and I’m just not Eminem.
Subliminal thoughts when I’m stop sending them
women are caught in webs spin and hauk venom
Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illing to stop.
Amoxacilin is just not real enough.
The criminal cop killing hip-hop filling,
minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners.
Your coming with me, feel it or not,
you’re gonna fear it like I showed you the spirit of god lives in us.
You hear it a lot, lyrics the shock is it a miracle
or am I just a product of pop fizzing up.
For shizzle my whizzle this is the plot listen up
you bizzles forgot slizzle does not give a f*ck.

(verse 2)

Music is like magic, there’s a certain feeling you get
when your real and you spit and people are feeling your shit.
This is your moment, and every single minute you spend
trying to hold onto it cause you may never get it again.
So while you’re in it, try to get as much shit as you can
and when your run is over just admit when its at its end.
Cause I’m at the end of my wits with half this shit that gets in.
I got a list, here’s the order of my list that it’s in:
It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie,
Andre from Outcast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas and then me.
But in this industry I’m the cause of a lot of envy,
so when I’m not put on this list, the sh*t does not offend me.
That’s why you see me walk around like nothing’s bothering me.
Even though half you people got a f*cken problem with me.
You hate it but you know respect you’ve got to give me
The press's wet dream like Bobby and Whitney. Nate hit me.

(verse 3)

Soon as a verse starts I eat it at MC’s heart
what is he thinking? I'ma not to go against me, smart.
And its absurd how people hang on every word.
I’ll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve
But I’ll never be served, my spot is forever reserved
If I ever leave earth, that would be the death of me first.
Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothing could ever be worse.
That’s why I’m clever when I put together every verse
My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I’m an addict
I rap like I’m addicted to smack like I’m Kim Mathers.
But I don’t want to go forth and back in constant battles
The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers.
So this is like a full blown attack I’m launching at them
The track is on some battling raps who want some static
Cause I don’t really think that the fact that I’m Slim matters
A plaque of platinum status is whack if I’m not the baddest

Couldn't really pick a verse, the whole song is fire.

"Till I Collapse" - The Eminem Show

[in a high falsetto voice]
Uncle Marshall!
Will you tell us a bedtime story?
[regular voice]
Here we go...

Now once upon a time not long ago
There was a little rapper about to blow
But his album came and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper wood
So the silly little fans they were mislead
By a nerdy internet computer hip-hop head
"Me and you, 'Clef, we're gonna make some cash
Grab the silver paint and let's paint my ass"
Hey mister,
Would ya care to bare witness to the ass-whippin' I'm about to administer
To this ass-kissin' little vaginal blister
Stanabis, little Marshall Mathers' sister
And in this corner, we have the mister
Not havin' it, it's the mad sinister
Dr. Evil with his bag of tricks for
this little antagonist ****** d*ck-suckin' ex-LL Cool J fan from Windsor
I'm 'bout to murder little Kenny *** Keniff-sta
You bastard, I ain't wanna have to diss ya
Canabis, where the f*ck you at? I miss ya!

[Chorus]
Can-i-b*tch, oh Can-i-b*tch
Where for art thou Can-i-b*tch?
Please tell me what happened with
That style that you were rappin' with
Can-i-b*tch, oh Can-i-b*tch
Are you from Los Angeles
New York or just a janitor
From Canada? Oh Can-i-b*tch

(verse 2)

Now at first I ain't really understand the shit
Picture me for a second and imagine it
Chillin' in the Bat-Mansion and relaxin'
When all a sudden some bullshit comes across the scanners
It's Can-i-b*tch on some "Stan Lives" shit
It creeped me out at first. Man this is sick
For me, being just as sick, this conflict
Gets my d*ck harder than arithmetic
And I know how you jealous ones envy
I shoulda knew better from the first few letters you sent me
The first two letters you were tellin' me shit like you respect me,
like any other regular MC
The third letter you ask how come I ain't return none of the messages at Shady Records you left me
The fourth letter: "Slim, you really startin' to upset me!"
The fifth letter told me you were comin' to get me
The sixth letter there's a bomb threat in our building
This crazy motherf*cker's really tryin' to kill me!
So I went back and read the first few letters that said
Some shit about a message you left
Oh shit, that's not an "E" that's an "A"
This dude wants to leave me a "massage," he's gay!!
Right away, I'm on the phone with Dr. Dre
We got a bogey! (Marshall I'm on the way)

[Chorus]

(verse 3)

So in two seconds flat Dre's at my crib
The funny thing is we both know where this kid lives
And neither one of us have Canadian citizenship
Shit. Oh Dre, wait a mintue that's it
All we gotta do is use a bit of turbo boost
We can fly over the border "Let's go" [WOOSH!]
So we're off to Toronto and we're gainin' speed
[BOOSH!] (What was that? Oh) Jermaine Dupri
F*ck It, keep goin' no time to waste
Wait, backup hit him one more time in case
Okay .. f*ck now he's draggin' under the car
Oh well, only 30 more thousand miles
Meanwhile me and Dre are tryin' to conversate
Just tryin' to find a reason for the constant hate
And tryin' to figure out what happened to 'Germaine Propaine'
"He couldn't have fell off that hard" Ain't no way
"What happened to the way you was rappin' when you was scandalous
That Canibus turned into a television evangelist"
Plus he raps with his regular voice
[BOOSH! BOOSH!] (What was that?) Pet Shop Boys
So we pull up to the bridge where he last was spotted
His corpse was still movin', but his ass was rotted
He kinda smelled a little like Courtney Love
I figure if I stick him with a fork he's done
So I stabbed him twice, kept jabbin', Christ
He won't die, this guy's like a battered wife
He's like Kim, he keeps comin' back for more
But he won't fight back, I cracked his jaw
Hold up, 'Bis quit foldin' up!
Punch me in the chest! Make my shoulders touch!
Do somethin'! At least one punchline
C'mon till the meter reads 9-9-9-
ty-nine percent of my fans are blonde
'Bis c'mon answer me man respond!
Tell me 'bout the sun rain moon and stars
Intergalatical metaphors from Mars!
Raw to the floor, raw like Reservoir Dogs
Bite another line from Redman's song!
Suddenly the stub from a dead man's arm
From a midget reaches out from under the car
It's JD, this motherf*cker won't die neither
Dre starts sprayin' him with cans of ether
We stomped the b*tch and then stopmed the b*tch again
(Compton!) Detroit b*tch! Talk some shit again!
Stomp him! (switch feet) Stomp him! (switch again!)
Dre alright he's dead dog, quit kickin him!
I think Stanabis jumped off the bridge again (Damn)
He disappeared yo he's gone he did it again

I think it was a Slick Rick beat he used, too.

Canibus, OWNED.

"Can I B*tch"- Straight From the Lab EP (2003)