Die Slow (ft. Journalist)

[Canibus]
Yo, Yeah //
You niggas better //
All you could do is die slow nigga //
All you could do is die //
Fuck y’all //
[Canibus]
Yo, Yo //
You against me? No contest, my tongue hydraulics //
Strong enough to flip a sixty-four Impala with three adult passengers //
And a four-hundred pound driver //
And drown you in less than an ounce of your own saliva //
Rubber-faced rappers get //
Stretched like elastic Claymation characters with verbal vernacular //
Slapping you, like a white-water rafter or an Olympic kayaker //
Paddling across the Niagara //
My afterburners should be burning you after your body’s already been splashed with acid //
And you turn into ashes //
Assassins camouflaged in the grass blasting //
Leaving blood all over your lady like Jackie Onassis //
I fly your body out of Dallas //
Perform plastic surgery while we’re airborne and switch caskets //
Then lie to the masses, I tell them that you got murdered over some East-West beef //
Between rappers //
Radio stations’ll express they sadness //
Play classics back to back and pass out ‘stop the violence’ pamphlets //
Just imagine, every night your girl’s fucking your best-friend //
While you’re in Hell, throwing tantrums //
I be lamping in a mansion, somewhere out in the Hamptons //
Giving some pretty-ass bitch a spanking //
Nigga you can’t win, I’m laughing ‘cause you a has-been //
You can’t get your groove back, so don’t even bother asking Angela Bassett //
You’ll just get your ass kicked, get your head chopped off, and dropped in a basket //
My left arm’s taken but my right one’s free //
That means I can diss another mother fucking emcee //
With rhymes that appear clearer than liquid crystal //
My lyrical is more visual than television screen pixels //
I fire pistols, hit you with miniature missiles //
Riddle your body with holes, then watch the blood trickle //
You probably had no idea what you was getting into //
‘Cause on the mic, Can-I-Bus is invincible //
[Canibus]
And he’s always trying to battle you //
Yeah, every time he freestyles, his words be getting bleeped out //
But the shit don’t come out until next week //
Yo that nigga ‘Bis dumbs out //
[Canibus]
Yo, that nigga Journalist gets busy yo //
I seen him in ‘Bis’ video //
But that nigga sounds like an amateur //
Yo, he got some heavy gold shit //
Yeah, the niggas that he rolls with, probably let him hold it //