paroles de chanson Intro - Canibus
Calling
all
dogs,
calling
all
dogs
Be
on
the
look
out
for
a
big
homo
nigga
with
dimples
And
I'ma
let
y'all
know
somethin',
it
ain't
just
start
here
We've
been
preyin'
on
that
ass
since
'Jack
the
Ripper'
And
now
its
time
to
rip
it
to
the
jacker
(Ahhhhhhhhhhh
...)
[Verse
1:]
No
rapper
could
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
then
the
future,
the
present,
and
the
old
you
I
told
you,
wish
you
could
take
it
all
back
don't
you
Tried
to
smoke
some
canibus
but
canibus
smoked
you
Calling
yourself
the
greatest
is
something
you
don't
do
Cause
after
I
humiliate
you
what
will
the
G.O.A.T.
do
You
can't
rap
or
act
my
main
man
You
goin'
end
up
as
an
intern
working
for
Def
Jam
See
you
was
never
bad
enough
to
battle
with
Canibus
You
out
of
luck,
I
crushed
you
the
minute
I
got
tatted
up
And
every
lie
you
told
just
added
up
cause
you
wasn't
man
enough
To
be
fair,
but
I'm
mad
a
fuck
and
I've
had
enough
Jack
the
ripper
or
I'ma
rip
the
jacker
Rape
a
rapper
with
a
classic
from
his
own
masters
You're
dead
[Verse
2:]
There's
a
rumor
going
around
that
I
got
dropped
200,
000
albums
sold
at
10
dollars
a
pop
300,
000
albums
were
shipped,
you
do
the
math
Thats
3 million
in
3 months
so
kiss
my
ass
All
these
magazines
tried
to
steamroll
me
to
death
Guess
what,
the
G.O.A.T.
ain't
platinum
and
neither
is
'Clef
And
I'm
still
here,
inspite
of
all
that
shit
them
niggaz
said
The
skinny
kid,
the
music
industry's
guinea
pig
Tighter
then
ever,
world's
chief
mic
recka
Tougher
then
reverend
run's
muthafuckin'
leatha
I'm
hardcore,
cum
shot
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
cuss
Nigga
you're
dead
[Verse
3:]
You
married
a
slut
and
had
kids
with
her
to
cover
up
your
hustle
You
and
your
man
Russell
made
a
better
couple
Your
probably
mad
as
fuck,
wondering
where
I
got
the
information
from
Your
being
watched
even
when
you
take
a
dump
Its
impossible
to
front,
you
can't
hide
The
chairs
at
your
label
got
ears
and
the
walls
got
eyes
Your
living
one
big
lie
the
world
just
don't
know
You
take
a
polygraph
test
that
shit
would
probably
explode
The
truth
is
mr.
smith
you
got
a
fucked
up
attitude
God
knows
that
I
pitty
your
fans
for
backing
you
Yo,
this
be
the
realest
shit
I
ever
wrote
You
should
change
your
muthafuckin'
name
from
G.O.A.T.
to
G.L.O.A.T.
The
Greatest
Liar
Of
All
Time
that
cannot
rhyme
That
cannot
shine
as
long
as
I'm
alive
Your
prime
ended
8 months
before
'99
And
that
microphone
on
your
arm
will
always
be
mine
Nigga
you're
dead
[Verse
4:]
I
told
you
to
leave
it
alone,
but
you
was
too
stubborn
Now
your
in
a
world
where
the
hunter
becomes
the
hunted
Your
wife
is
scared
cause
she
don't
want
to
lose
a
husband
And
somebody
keeps
paging
you
putting
4321
in
You
can't
sleep
at
night
thinking
about
the
drama
Shit
stains
all
up
in
your
phat
farm
pijamas
Even
f.u.b.u.
gear
looks
hot
until
it
touches
you
Probably
because
your
father
undoubtedly
butt-fucked
you
Mama
said
knock
who
out?
I'll
punch
that
bitch
in
the
mouth
Cause
she
don't
know
what
she
talking
about
Ay
yo,
do
me
a
favor
when
you
see
your
ghostwriters
Tell
them
the
rhymes
they
wrote
for
you
should
have
been
a
lot
tighter
You
could
have
asked
me,
I'll
write
you
some
lines
I'll
do
anything
for
the
greatest
loser
of
all
time
You
still
drippin'
with
wack
juice
'cause
you
wack
nigga
If
you
want
the
last
word
you
can
have
it,
I'm
still
iller
You're
dead
1 Intro
2 Patriots
3 Get Retarded
4 Niggonometry
5 Second Round K.O.
6 What's Going On
7 I Honor U
8 Hype-Nitis
9 How We Roll
10 Channel Zero
11 Let's Ride
12 Buckingham Palace
13 Rip Rock
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