Canibus Rd. 1
Those look like Tom Cruise mom's shoes
Soaked in some nasty ass wanton soup
you bout to lose
What you got to prove?
Yea? Who you gon rap circles around?
Turn around, cuz you aint allowed to worship the crown
You look like a dead bird on the ground
Wit ya bones exposed, this is ya funeral services now
This is ya death Diz, pour it out, pass it around
I laugh at ya style, the wise owl laughs at the crowd
Pound for pound? I clip ya wings, lift your ass off the ground
Throw you in the air, crash you in the clouds!
Slaughterhouse? What the fuck is you talking about?
I brought enough rhymes to snuff all four of them out
I bet you hang out with Elton John in Lebanon
When Eminem's gone, so both of yall can make feminine blogs!
You must be smokin', hope in an opium pipe, if you think you gon' win tonight
Yea right, these people came to see a fight!
I'ma fuck you up in this battle royale, yea dawg
I'ma make you not wanna ever rap no more
Cuz you cheatin!
You know you in agreement with demons, you suckin semen!
You really think that's air that you breathin?
You dirty fucking scumbag trashbag of scum
You look like a vampire that drinks faggot blood
And you gonna catch that fade, baby
The streets is watching like Jay-Z
I squeeze ya IV till you sit up and face me!
You crazy, ya egk beepin' like you lazy
Fuck you, pay me, or donate it to Haiti
To be here today, I had to hypnotize myself
But it's impossible to lie to myself
Look at him! It's like I'm standing beside myself
He bit my whole fucking style
I got MMA niggas in the crowd, I should make them whoop yo ass right now
Ayo hood niggas! Whats good nigga?
(something) battle you in the woods around trees and ninjas
Battle rap 20 degrees colder in the winter
In the summer I'm sizzler, roll you up like rizzlers
Toss you a thousand bars nigga, tell you to bench it
Then I battle you again, just to see if you meant it
Look at the people on the rooftop, the people on the fences
You came here healthy, you gon leave here injured
Real gladiators gotta bleed in the trenches
Go ahead Diz, do ya famous Slim Shady impression
Bring 5'9 in the session, I teach all 3 of you a lesson
I spit real rap shit, you spit pop shit, no question
Dizaster and his fans a bunch of bitches
You know I'm hardcore, I showed up with stitches!
C'mon Diz, now you know you in over ya head
When there's people in the crowd that memorize battle rhymes I said
I'll battle you in the flesh, I'll battle you on the net
I'll battle you over the phone, you can call me colect
I'll battle you for respect
I'll battle you over a blank check
I'll battle you with a gun to my neck
I'll battle you over the toilet with my dick out
I'll battle you juggling a hand grenade with the pin out
In a stolen car with the fin number ripped out
Drinking a Guiness Stout
doing a 360 spinout.
You already know, I look like Riddick, out the slam
You a arabic Peter Pan lookin' out for the clan
C'mon fam, you know the big bad wolf eat the lamb
I'm a tiger with infinite stripes, you Tucan Sam
Damn! You know cocaine's a helluva drug
Made this dumbfuck wanna battle Can-I-Bus
I told this nigga! I'm takin' yo ass to Dizneyland
I'ma piss in ya mouth, while you shittin ur pants
And while the lyrics enhanced, my fans gonna shit on your fans!
I'm glad you a battle thug
The big bad wolf gonna drink a glass of your blood
I'll use your skin for a fuckin prayer rug!
I'll destroy you, I hated you the first time I saw you
Mothafuckas like you get buried for being loyal
I'm ashamed of hiphop for even praising you
You don't exist before Youtube cuz you ain't really paid no dues
You make me sick!
You get respect for saying stupid shit
Ya fans are clueluess, they think you got juice & shit
Everytime you in the land Eddy Long is your pastor
You a rug trader traitor, a fake gold jewlery chain maker
A slum dog millionaire's neighbor
I'm a Jamaican assasin, You a Dizaster waitin' to happen
You couldn't fight your way out of a wet paper napkin
I jumped out my momma pussy, you fell out ya mother booty all wiggly
Covered in humus, all filthy
Yo I'ma let the world know the truth, you don't want me to shine
You study my rhymes, then you laid your vocals after mine
That's a bitch move, something that Dizaster would do
You say you the best battler in the world? You ain't telling the truth!
You studied my background, ain't no book that I wrote
Ain't no footnotes, ya style is one big joke
From DNA, to Arsonal, to KOTD
Now you wanna fuck wit me? You must be crazy
I'm a apex predator, you a battle rap degenerate
Tryna gain leverage from a high fructose beverage
Canibus Rd. 2
You fucking Iranian shoe-bombing, Islamic Math Hoffin'
Jewisih Bronze Solomon, in Jesus Christ name Amen!
..Separated shoulder, crawlin' outta border control
I ain't have enough quarters for the toll
$300 dollar bounty, it took 10 days before I got out the country
They was fightin all around me, this is how they found me
I came here to do you worse than DNA did
I wanted it to be no more wins for you in this battle rap biz
I wanted to eat ya fuckin heart, two chambers at a time
'Cuz maybe after that you'll understand the danger of the rhyme
Gravity is a repulsion, not an attraction
When it comes to lyrics, I used to be the living Bruce Lee in action
Counter-psychological measures reduce the pressure
Who's better? That mothafucka? Never!
It's gonna take more than him, to make Can-I-Bus a believer
Man, I thought you was gonna walk out with Justin Bieber
I never met a battler that act like Stan so much
He wanna be Marshall so bad, he put up bread to battle Can-I-Bus
Tell 'em! You hang out with Elton John, in Lebanon
When Eminem's gone, so both of ya'll can massage RuPaul's balls
Are you a faggot? Or a faggot magnet?
Why the fuck are you so obsessed with eatin' rappers' asses??
What are you Dizster? Are you an Iranian monkey trainer? A middle-eastern gospel country singer?
Or a hot urine-drinkin, camel-kissing sand nigga?
Is that a urostomy bag? C'mere, lemme talk to you man
Somebody strip search this terrorist fag!
That's right, I smell the fear, somewhere in here, and up there
I seen the piss running down the stairs
I bet you in ya whole life, you never even cleaned one weapon
You play Call of Duty and do Scarface impressions
Chill bedrin, real G's come out to see the legends
Nobody gives a shit about the honorable mentions
If I catch him levitatin', I'm devastatin'
I'll shave 'em & suffocate 'em, then bring 'em back to life to interrogate him!
You fuckin' Pagan! What I tell him about medicatin'?
What the fuck is a Canadian Arabian?
I'm Rip the Jacker! The white chapel black battler
Say it faster, Dizaster is a punchline ameteur
You can't even ride a beat! Get yo bitchass off the street
Yo bitchass should be across the street
talk is cheap, until a lyrical metal jacket lift you off ya feet
I been the goddamn acapella chief all week!
When I'm done wit you, you gon be rappin' in China
Somewhere wit no runnin water, battlin' minors
Wit Fresh Coast tonighters & a fresh slice of Fresh Coast hepatitis
You a pedophile that bites vaginas!
In a dark room eatin mosquitos, flies, and spiders
Bout to get waterboarded, hooked up to two wires
The crowd say "ooh", the crowd say "ahh"
Unlimited rounds, you must be in the mood to die!
Mema-se mama-sa mama-makusa
I put a tattoo of you, on Treachs arm right next to Tupac
Canibus Rd. 3
yo, that's not what I would call Diz, See Diz is something different
A faggot nigga tryna make a living off of dissin'
He walk around spittin battle raps like he ill
But he can't avoid the fact, yea he do got skills
2012 I still spit that shit real niggas feel
Why does 99% of you resemble Madd Illz?
Too late, wipe that stupid look off ya face
(something), lookin like that indian from Office Space
Dizaster, just stop it! You tryna battle on some pop shit
You weak, and you sound like Andy Milanokis!
Ayo brotha, I'm just here to tell you that God loves all his creations except you
And after tonight, ya battle rap career will be through!
Then I'ma hop into the back seat of your cab & ride
The fuck you lookin at me for, Ali? Drive!
Ayo this ain't no regular battle
This about your intellectual power
A cold blooded disrespect for an hour
Genocide by drone strike, Dizaster's bones in a cave
He in the Strone Age, playing cee-lo with stone dice
God put me here to eat shit & die!
But when I made the infinite rhyme? He changed his mind
But you? You just a funny guy
...with peanut-butter brown honey eyes
When I look into the windows of ya soul? I don't see much inside
That's why right here right now, June 9th, 06/06
Canibus gonna prove that Dizaster ain't shit!
Ayo I stick dick to ya moms
Build a nuclear bomb & put it in her thong!
I rediscovered hiphip with my infinite rhyme
I'll even put the president back in office one more time
I charge Oprah's credit card, & tell Barack to go long for another 90 yards
Mothafucka I'm a hiphop god! 20 years and I still got job
I'm sayin if you want change? Go wash them shit stains out ya draws
You immature fecal spore
Got the nevre to say you a beast with the bars
Don't you still live with your moms?
That's right, dick in ya mouth!
Parents had to kick you out the house
After that? You moved in with your spouse
I can't tell if you a deadbeat dad, or a red meat fag
Or a greasy ass nasty piece of Lebanese trash
