Canibus — Rip The Jacker

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Calling all dogs, calling all dogs, be on the lookout for a big homo
nigga with dimples and I’ma let ya’ll know something, it ain’t just start here
we’ve been playing on that ass since Jack The Ripper
and now it’s time to rip the jacker)


No rapper can rap quite like I can
You know who the fuck I am,
I’m the Canibus man
I had to rock to a beat like this to show you
that I’m iller than the future, the present and the old you
and I told you, wish you could take it all back don’t you
’bout to smoke some cannibis, but canibus smoked you
Callin yourself the greatest is something you don’t do
cuz after I humiliate you, what would the GOAT do
You can’t rap or act my main man
You’ll end up as an intern working for Def Jam
See you was never bad enough to battle with canibus
You outa luck, I crushed you the minute I got ????tatted up
and every lie you told just added up
cuz you wasn’t man enough to be fair
but I’m mad as fuck and I’ve had enough
Jack the Ripper, I’ma rip the Jacker
rape a rapper with a classic from his own masters
You’re Dead!

???? ain’t with you. ???? on my team.
He told us everything. Niggaz can get you anywhere. GAWD!

There’s a rumor going around that I got dropped
200,000 albums sold at 10 dollars a pop
300,000 albums was shipped
You do the math
That’s three million in three months so kiss my ass
All these magazine tried to stream rollme to death
But guess what, the GOAT ain’t platinum and neither is Clef
And I’m still here
Despite all that shit them niggas said
The skinny kid, The music industry’s guinea pig
Tighter than ever, World’s chief mic wrecker
Tougher than Reverend Run’s muthafuckin leather
I’m hardcore
Cumshot right in your wife’s face
You soft porn
You held hands on the first date
See when you was making records like "I Need Love"
Your homie Cornell was givin it to you up the butt
Plus I heard Simone was the high school slut
And she learned how to fuck before she knew how to curse
Nigga You Dead!!

It’s all your fault. I guess things didn’t go exactly the way you planned.
??You turned the fan instead.
You should never have fucked with the Canibus man.

You married the slut and had kids with her to coverup your hustle,
You and you’re man Russell made a better couple
You’re probably mad as fuck wondering where I got the information from
You’re being watched even when you take a dump
It’s impossible to front, You can’t hide
The chairs at ya label got ears and the walls got eyes
You livin one big lie, The world just don’t know
You take a polygraph test that shit’ll probably explode
The truth is Mr. Smith you got a fucked up attitude
and God knows that I pity your fans for backin you
Yo, this be the realest shit I ever wrote
You should change you’re muthafucking name from GOAT to GLOAT
The Greatest Liar Of All Time
that cannot rhyme and cannot shine as long as I’m alive
Your prime ended eight months before ’99
And that microphone on your arm’ll always be mine
Nigga, you dead!

(That’s why Tupac said you was a bitch
If he was here, you wouldn’t even have a acting job.
I think you’re the one that’s in too deep. GAWD!!)

(Yo ‘Bis finish him off.)

I told you to leave it alone but you was too stubborn
Now you in a world where the hunter becomes the hunted
Your wife is scared cuz she don’t wanna loose her husband
and somebody keeps pagin you putting "4,3,2,1" in
You can’t sleep at night thinkin about the drama
Shit stains all up in your Phat Farm pajamas
Even FUBU gear looks hot until it touches you
probably because your father adopted you and buttfucked you
Mama said know who out?
I’ll punch that bitch in the mouth
cause she don’t know what she talkin about.
and yo do me a favor when you see your ghost writers
Tell them the rhymes they wrote for you should have been a lot tighter
you coulda asked me I’ll write you some lines
I’ll do anything for the greatest loser of all time
You still dripping with wack juice cause you a wack nigga
And if you want the last words you can have it I’m still iller!
You dead!

(I think he’s gonna need backup. I think he didn’t go platinum.
See how it is Nigga. The same shit that make you laugh,
make you cry. And the worst part about it all,
is you can’t comeback after you die.)

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