Royce da 5'9" - No Coming Back From That (Canibus & Benzino Diss) lyrics

Nigga I will rap a circle 'round
A circle 'round you
I navigate with wizardry throughout
The Earth around you shout-out to Drake
No bitch could be the "Best I Ever Had"
My candy cane dick and mint balls
But she ain't suckin' if her breath is bad!
Sufferin' Succotash right now I'm bubbling
Fuck a past google me, hoochie groupie
Watch what I come up as
I'm the man in this bitch
So by demand in this bitch
Now, bitches want my attention
Like the Canibus diss
You ain't got no mechanical
Mandible quit handling dick
We liked you before the army
Now we ain't a fan of your shit
You know my MAC pop, Detroit is my backdrop
Now, shut your ass up and go
Have some sex with your laptop
Ha, you too nerdy I'm too scurvy
One gun pointed at your head
My silhouette lookin' like two-thirty
The only thing in this life
I can't fight is violence
Bar Exam 3 dropping same night the fight is
You sleeping, i'll take a knife and aim
Right for your eyelids
(SLAUGHTERHOUSE) Right
I got an insane cypher
And if you step in my lane
Claiming you way nicer
I'ma be wiping your brains off
Of my Range wipers
I will handle you, the 357 gon' handled, dude
The barrel stick out longer
Than the handle do
I'll shoot you, your crew
And the cops riding with you i got issues
They call me "Shots Fired" Nickel
Equivalent to the psychical lock by a pitbull
To whip me is impossible rock a pinnacle
Drinking the opposite of subliminal thinking
Compared to y'all, I'm a don
A criminal kingpin
I see why these niggas wanna run
When I invite them to the loneliest
Place in the world one-on-one
And tell your mama I'm a baller
Matter fact, tell your mama I'ma call her
Hurricane flowing like water
I'm grounded like Katrina
I sound like I fell in all New Orleans
Allow me to go Dionne Warwick (Warwick)
And make a prediction for the future drama
I'm for it you just melodic artists
I bring all of my private
Parts to your private party
And stick 'em inside your daughter
Psychotic aura
The hat on my head is not a fedora
The reason why your wifey's bottom is sorer
Benzino the hardest nigga? You know
Don't know him for hammers
You know him for talking shit
With Norey behind the cameras
I blam at you I damage you
Wait did I just say "blam
At you and damage you?"
Fuck it! These niggas amateurs
I handle toasters
I'm feeling like my Grammy closer
And your bitch can feel a
"ping" like Emani Poster
Walkin' around with handheld ovens that ring
Or change your color like Sammy Sosa
I'm sicker, man, who grosser?
I spit it from the stomach with a ulcer
And if you want it, you can come in closer
And experience the taste of
A knuckle sandwich
Waste your father, waste your mother
Fuck your parents play with me
You know you playing on All-Madden
You all that until your potato get au gratin
You all phony, Tony Montana
'Til I stick you in the dirt and
Call you Earth-tone like fall fashion
Haha! Pardon, I had to laugh at that one
Usually I laugh at rappers
Wrap both of my hands around
They Adam's Apples and squeeze
Until they see the light
Inside the tabernacle
No coming back from that one!

You know Royce gon' kill y'all niggas, right?
Ha! That nigga's crazy!