Rip the Jacker

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 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 cannabis 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 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 [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 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 [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 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 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 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 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