Shotgunz In Hell lyrics

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Canibus


[Verse: Canibus]
Canibus - if I can't rap, the Earth is flat
But so is the Sun and so are these drums, can you work with that?
My hybrid cyborg system ?spit a rhyme? like diving board distance
From here I can slice off your whiskers
Come out the entrance, run your ass down with slippers
Grab your ass with the grippers, MI6 business takes 6 minutes
Tell me what I want to know, you miserable sons of b*tches
Before my little Tiggers tie you up and torture you twisters
Did I say torture? I mean tickle, intelligence central
I'd likе to kill you once the lyrical magnetic forcе triples
I give 4 dollars per ripple, 5 deadly fingers rip out your heart crystal
With 6 syllables that'll target your signal
Incoming hypersonic missiles?
Adds a different ambiance to the riddle
Hammer and sickle bang you in the temple
Talk calmly, tell you to come across harmless, charming and gentle
Then drive across a bridge and toss you out the car through the window
'cause you talk like a tall blonde bimbo
Crawling bald out of a sinkhole
Bend over, try to remove an awkward ingrown
You weirdo metaphor nympho, what is this sh*tshow?
They're criminals, why you even get involved with them though?
RJ, let them n*ggas know
Royal cartel got the illest flow
sh*t 'bout to be biblical
[Bridge - RJ Payne]
A ritual, mythical creature, this ether is digital
We poppin' out so watch your mouth when you speakin' to generals
Motherf*cker

[Verse: RJ Payne]
Before the rapping we was robbing
We clap if it's a problem
31 Flavors b*tch I mix the Baskin' with the Robbin's
Not a rapper I'm a goblin
It sound like I got a DJ on my hook but that's my n*gga scratching' and surviving, UH
Cold hearted, The flow retarded, Load a cartridge Ima start killing rappers: Open Market
Smoking chocolate with these two bad b*tches, approach me cautious
Bunch of hammers it look like Noah's Ark through the whole apartment, UH
Mr. Fix it, a bit sadistic, touch me die, beef with Kentucky fried, kiss the biscuit
Which statistic? I'm the number one rapper, get specific pen is raw, sample this Fentanyl its just a snippet n*gga
My mind Beirut, Harambe loose I'm rolling up b*tch I'm higher than them Kanye boots
My nine say shoot, hope your vest Picante proof
I'm the greatest rapper alive I feel like I'm Jesus
The ninety-two Dr. Dre with the Bombay juice
Jumped out my momma Diamante coup
I redesign they loops and write songs like Deante Hoops
Am I the sh*t, well is Ashanti cute? You f*ckin' right!
Murders and all, burners involved Ruger's is out
My n*ggas shoot at your house until the furniture fall
I hope you n*ggas done alerted your dogs
Were the best you pussies is scared of death b*tch I work at the morgue
PAYNE!
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