Last Laugh

[Canibus]
Ha ha ha ha ha //
Check out the bizarre style that I display god //
Ha ha ha ha ha //
Kinda like when the biz went //
Eh eh eh eh eh //
But this is the Canibus with the //
Ha ha ha ha ha //
Now //
Ha ha ha ha ha //
Ain't just the name of the song //
Ha ha ha ha ha //
It's probably my favorite response //
When I'm walking on the street or I'm out at the mall //
And people be talking that blah blah blah //
Ha ha ha ha ha //
But anyway, a regular day is just like this //
Canibus writes a rhyme then Canibus spits, Like //
Ha ha ha ha ha //
I eat eat eat rhymes, Niggas don't be understanding that shit //
Why you think I went and put a fucking mic on my arm //
'Cause it belongs to me and I belong next to Ghengis Khan //
In a coffin carbon-dryed with my body in bronze //
Like Han Solo when he got frozen in Star Wars //
Ha ha ha ha ha //
I'm great but I'm not the greatest //
Ha ha ha ha ha //
I believe I'm god but I'm not aethiest //
Ha ha ha ha ha //
I'm crazy but I'm not the craziest //
I'm just a normal heterosexual homosapien //
Ha ha ha ha ha //
The industry tried to cave me and I was an arch angel //
But they changed me into Damien //
Ha ha ha ha ha //
The evil spirit of rap, the evil rapper //
Ha ha ha ha ha //
Rip the jacker //
Master of the ceremony, most people know me as such //
My disciples know me as master 'Bus //
I can //
Ha ha ha ha ha //
Change their life with a touch, cause I'm //
Ha ha ha ha ha //
Lyrically gifted as fuck //
Can-I-Bus, could bust it down pound for pound //
My style'll make a thousand mc's bow //
Ha ha ha ha ha //
You can yah yah yah cha cha cha cha cha all you want //
Y'all niggas know the Canibus is the one //
Ha ha ha ha ha //
Ha ha ha ha ha //
The rhyme creator //
At the drop of a dime I spit 100 b-a-rs //
I'm a S-T-A-R since the day I was born //
And I'll be a star til the day that I'm gone //
Ha ha ha ha ha //
You can agree with uh-huh or disagree with uh-uh //
Whatever, niggas can't front //
Ha ha ha ha ha //
If they respond too late to the 911 call //
They find you on the floor with a razor blade in your palm //
Deep cuts an inch wide and 5 inches long //
Paramedics feel for a pulse to see if you gone //
You was pronounced D.O.A before you got to E.R. //
The doctor swore that suicide was the probably cause //
Probably because, you weak insecure motherfuckers //
feel lost when you hear me roar //
Ha ha ha ha ha //
Like-uh the predator starring schwartzenegger //
Before he triggered the bomb he went //
Ha ha ha ha ha //
Ha ha ha ha ha //
The evil spirit of rap, the evil rapper //
Ha ha ha ha ha //
Rip the jacker //
[Canibus]
Its legibly unimaginable, mathematically incalculable //
inextricably infalible //
Let's not forget utterly impossible or //
Morally unsermountable to assume that I could lose if I battled you //
My scholastic aptitude is 1602 //
100 bars was just a glimpse of the truth //
Physical proof that I'm the best at this //
I've contructed sentences //
That'll stand longer then stone henges megaliths //
My 1st and 2nd albums consists of more then a million terabits //
More then any of you rappers ever spit //
Vote for me as president, In about a day or so //
I be up in the white house getting feletio //
By an administrative assistant with deep throat //
Butt naked on the floor knee deep in some coke //
Or on a speaker phone freestyling with some of my folks //
Humping a ho tampering with the republican vote //
I'm like Mel Gibson in Braveheart, fighting swordsman //
Dodging arrows from the arches 'cause I'm a horesman //
Flying circles around you like flying saucers //
Flying circles around the royal air force's flying fortress //
Maximize my wins, minimize my loses //
Til I'm exhausted then lounge like the lyricists on Rawkus //
I'm unsigned right now, it's like I'm an orphan //
Looking for a home taking all calls and offers //
Notify the prince and the duke of earl //
I'm probably the illest english speaking mc in the world //
Ghetto fabulous, verbally hazardous //
Ask any baptist, roman catholic or satanic activist //
Even them trippy hippies on college campuses know about Canibus //
I've got rhymes like beads on an abacus //
My styles totally out the bracket //
Scientist in thick glasses and pocket protectors want to patent it //
My talent is unmatched by any rapper in this rapping biz //
By any rapper on this planet's grid //
Show me where he is, I sign the ordenance //
To bomb his coordinants with Agent Orange and torture him //
Burn the skin off of him, throw a towel on him and stomp on him //
Rip the towel off then pour salt on him //
Continue my verbal assault on him til its 12 in the morning //
And turn into the werewolf monster on him //
Rip his heart out, eat it while its still pumping //
The blood still running, it tastes like boiled dumplings //
Starving artist, I turned down scholarships to Oxford College //
'Cause I heard they didn't serve porridge //
Smartest then any man in Scotland yard is //
Used to work for MI6 but quit 'cause I couldn't take orders //
I was the original James Bond before Sean Conn', Roger Moore, //
Timothy Dalton and Pierce Brosman //
The most awesome walking, talking, breathing //
English speaking mc in the European region //
Rip you to pieces like communism leaflets //
Beef with 'Bis is like playing chess without the pieces //
Modern Christians without Jesus, Rasta's without Reefer //
Jamaican's in Princeton without Visa's //
Radio's without speakers, Mother nature without the 4 seasons //
Without a jacket outside when its freezing //
I'ma tell you straight up, no lie //
Canibus is the illest motherfucker alive //
Ha ha ha ha ha //
The evil spirit of rap, the evil rapper //
Rip the jacker //