Canibus - Rip the Jacker lyrics

Calling all dogs, calling all dogs
Be on the look out for a
Big homo nigga with dimples
And I'mma let y'all know somethin'
It ain't just start here
We've been preyin' on that ass
Since "Jack the Ripper"
And now it's time to rip the jacker

(ahhhhhhhhhhh)

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 cannabis
But Canibus smoked you
Calling yourself the greatest is
Something you don't do
Cause after I humiliate you what
Will the GOAT 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 as fuck and I've had enough
Jack the ripper or I'mma rip the jacker
Rape a rapper with a classic
From his own masters you're dead
Bitch you told us everything
Niggas can catch you anywhere, Todd

Yo, 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 GOAT ain't platinum and neither is 'Clef
And I'm still here
Inspite of all that shit them niggas said
The skinny kid
The music industry's guinea pig
Tighter than ever, world's chief mic wrecka
Tougher than Reverend Run's
Muthafuckin' leather 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

You should have never fucked
With the Canibus man

Yo, you married a slut and had kids
With her to cover up your hustle
You and your man Russell made a better couple
You're probably mad as fuck
Wondering where I got the information from
You're 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
You're 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 pity your
Fans for backing you
Yo, this be the realest shit I ever wrote
You should change your muthafuckin' name
From GOAT to GLOAT 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

That's why 2Pac said you was a bitch
If he was here you wouldn't
Have an acting job
I think you on that too deep, god
Yo 'Bus, finish him off

I told you to leave it alone
But, you was too stubborn
Now you're 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 pyjamas
Even fubu 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

I think he's gonna need backup
I think he's gonna need platinum
See how it is, nigga, the same
Shit that make you laugh, make you cry
And the worst part of it all
You can't come back after you die!

You're dead!