Life Liquid (ft. Journalist)

[Canibus]
Innocent bystanders get shot by standing //
Or you’ll be checking for leaks //
Niggas’ll leave your blood spilling in the streets //
[Canibus]
Yo //
Can you feel it? Nothing can save you //
‘Cause this is the season of infra-red laser //
And since I got time, what I’m going to do //
Is show you how you can get spotted by one too //
‘Cause I don’t give a fuck, I just cock back and bust //
With more arms than an octopus, as if one gun wasn’t enough //
I fuck around and pull eight out //
Blast your face off, or blow your brains out, nigga I leave you laid out //
Then I pull the gat in my waist out //
Put it in your mouth and keep squeezing ‘til the whole clip is sprayed out //
Take the gun in my ankle-brace out //
Shoot you in the stomach ‘til I see the last meal you ate drain out //
Your face looks spaced out, I gut you like a trout //
Scream my name out, while I’m scrapping your rib-cage out //
Squeeze with the index, spray like a bottle of Windex //
Bullets buzzing by your head like insects //
From your head to your mid-sec //
And I ain’t even shoot you in your legs, or your limbs, or your dick yet //
Your masculinity is questionable; you probably a homosexual //
Just the thought of having a woman laid next to you probably threatens you //
You probably look at grapes and see testicles //
You probable fantasize about vegetables like cucumbers and bananas having sex with you //
And you probably let gerbils crawl up your rectum too //
Shame on you, I defecate on you and simultaneously urinate on you //
Pour some acid-rain on you //
I stop your heart-beat with heat //
You weak, nigga, I leave your blood spilling in the streets //
[Canibus]
Innocent bystanders get shot by standing //
Or you’ll be checking for leaks //
Niggas’ll leave your blood spilling in the streets //
[Canibus]
Yo, Yo, Yo //
Journalist, what you working with? //
Thirty bullet banana clips //
Just to handle the kick, I got to glue it to my hands and shit //
We got permits to murder shit, we critically injure niggas who deserve this shit //
Put them in the tourniquet //
Drive over curves with it //
And crash who don’t insert their shit //
We’ll leave you shoeless, and keep shooting //
Look how much life liquid your loosing; you need a blood transfusion //