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Canibus - *Freestyle* Yale University🔥🔥🔥

Canibus came with Supreme Spittage, in this SICK Freestyle!.. {Lyrics}..Its the phantom of the opera ~ The Dracula Caligula unpopular ~ Melt your ocular with rocket-thrust processors ~ I dare you to touch the touch-screen monitors ~ Without proper gloves ~ Melt the skin off your fingers till they look like rounded nubs ~ As retarded as Forrest Gump ~ Youre nothing but a two-pump chump ~ Drunk punk with a puss filled prostate lump ~ You think that skunk stunk? ~ You should have smelled that decomposing cunt ~ That sick, gruesome grunt dumped in my trunk ~ Im a hunter thats ready to discontinue the hunt ~ But Im gonna keep ripping you scum till the millenniums done ~ You couldnt pass if you was gas out of your ass ~ Ill battle you in front of Sterling Library after class ~ You Get slumped, spending your tuition on blunts, youre a dunce ~ You get rejected trying to join Mic-Club ~ Feces hit the fan from the front ~ Liquid liters of diarrhea, not mud ~ No, its beet juice not blood ~ Truncate your trunk ~ Decapitate your face with a gun ~ Assassin with your tongue ~ Remove seven-eighths of your lung ~ Donate it to monks with jumpsuits, zip down in the front ~ For easy access when they get crunk with the nuns ~ As peaceful as Evil Knievel using a dirty heroine needle ~ After a four hundred and eighty foot jump ~ Perform verbal acrobatic magic with crash-proof tactics ~ Stuntmen say the F-word more than once ~ Put you on point, P.R.T (Poor Righteous Teachers) your funky joint ~ With proof like nineteen thirty three double-eagle coins ~ Bring Tha Noize like enemies out in public ~ You know you love it ~ A genie bottle covered with porcupine follicles ~ Try and rub it ~ Blood drips till the tubs flooded ~ My dead enemies lay there gutted ~ Till year two thousand and forty something ~ In the meantime, everybodys outside running ~ Cause the puppet-master behind the curtain is coming ~ With some hydrochloric stuffed in the luggage ~ A Final Call newspaper under his arm saying, Peace, my brothers ~ Resonances from my vocal tracks smothers the others ~ Ill bring Sparxx to any Bubba, make him guzzle pig blubber ~ Do a Ninja Man cover, tell you to suck your mother ~ If I wanted to get at you Id just infect your lover ~ Your girls an exceptionally good sucker ~ She aint got no tan, Ill tap that ass till it changes color ~ Get technical with decibels that are connected to you ~ The audible is too incredible to sell them to you ~ Id rather tuck you in at night and tell them to you ~ I introduce you to the new words and spell them for you ~ Dropping jewels with unpunctuatingly possible sexigonical chronicles ~ Burn you up faster than two hundred pounds of fuel ~ In helicopters doing loops out in Kabul ~ Compared to me, youre a out-turn, a penniless fool ~ Ill take you to school, expose you to the negative news ~ Take you out for drinks, put some sedatives in your booze ~ If you manage to win Ill kill you, so its better you lose ~ But Ill set it up so you win and celebrate it with you ~ Ill break the truth to you at a quarter till five ~ Look you square in the eye ~ And tell you that theres nowhere for you to hide ~ Triangulate your flow to wherever you rhyme ~ Quint-angulate your fibers one thread at a time ~ Bare this in mind, look a little deeper youll find ~ Line for line, Canibus is the Red Giant of rhymes ~ Mic-Club: The Curriculum, November nineteenth ~ B-Y-O-B-V: Bring your own bottle of Visine ~ Yale University, community broadcast emergency ~ Kublai Khan proofread this verse for me ~ T.S. Eliot and Ezra Pound transcribed it just out of courtesy ~ Then I gave them the bird cause they looked like nerds to me ~ MicClub dot net, where real emcees perform lyrical surgery ~ With Pentium circuitry ~ Canibus, Yale University ~ The best way to encourage me is to keep discouraging me ~ They keep trying to front on me ~ They dont want none of me ~ Float like a butterfly, sting like a bumblebee ~ No seeds yet, so youre lucky theres only one of me ~ Rip the Jackers skullduggery on a summers eve ~ The real Hip-Hop community got love for me ~ Thats why I give the love back ~ Mic Club the Curriculum, a thousand bars, who could touch that? ~