Mic-Nificent Canibus

[Verse 1]
Yo, sitting on chrome, sitting on low pro 20 inch Firestones
Gripping the road with the wickedest flow
Bis is a pro, I zigzag through a slalom
Accelerate and decelerate in and out the cones
Poisonous poems travel through Walkman headphones
Into your dome, Osteoperosis your bones
Who's the nicest nigga you know in the year 2-triple-0?
Spit turn to icicles in the mid air and slit your throat
Drain your carcass dry, rip out your heart bitch
I write rhymes using your blood for my ink cartridges
Paleoanthropologists polish the bones of rap artists
After I dip in my hydrochloric waters
Can-I-Bus as the seams' bursting, perfect
Everyday the Earth spins I write verses
My sole purpose as a verbalist is to make my words twist
And connect 'em like letters when they're in cursive

[Chorus]
I prey on 'em, I spray on 'em
First nigga to violate I regulate without warning
I prey on 'em, I spray on 'em
First nigga to violate I regulate without warning
I prey on 'em, I spray on 'em
First nigga to violate I regulate without warning
I prey on 'em, I spray on 'em
First nigga to violate I regulate without warning