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[Verse 1]

Nobody can flow with Bis, rock a show with Bis

Or go toe to toe with Bis, none of y'all can coexist

We livin' in an Ice Age and its cold as shit

A hundred thousand dollar price range, niggas is frozen stiff

All I know is this, my felt tip hotter than hell get

A hundred eighty-six thousand miles per sec can melt flesh

Give a nigga a tan

Aerosol cans expand and explode in my hand

While I promote that new Canibus jam

Niggas feel it underground with stalactites hangin' from the ceiling

I'm out on tour with 30 city trips

Every state it's like bitches be bulimic for dicks

Screamin' the chorus half-unconscious, I hold my cordless

Smoke the most enormous trees in the rain forest

While the people go insane for us

I pierce a cloud and make it rain on us

Break the equipment and tell the engineer that I ain't payin for it

I freestyle the whole set, kickin' a hundred bars nigga, fuck who's on next

Fuck you!

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[Verse 2]

(Fuck) Them extra niggas that's always around you

(Fuck) Niggas that talk about you and try to clown you

(Fuck) Niggas you run into that never did nuttin' for you

(Fuck) Niggas that's lyin' tellin' people they discovered you

(Okay, fuck) Niggas that's jealous cause you nicer than them

Don't give a (fuck) who you offend, you gotta fight 'til the end

If you (fuck) a groupie chicken when you out on tour

Smoke a little bit of weed with her then (fuck) her some more

Tell her to bring three friends so you can (fuck) all four

Menage-a-trios, what the (fuck) she expect you, a dog?

Almighty God blessed you with a dick and two balls

So if you like to (fuck) pussy, that don't mean that you wrong

Unless you (fuck) it raw dog

I (fuck) a nappy dugout, bust in her mouth

Kick her the (fuck) out

She'll cuss me out like

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[Verse 3]

Yo, yo, your superstar status don't mean shit to me

Lyrically, sucker emcees still get fricasseed

Try to diss me now, how you sound?

Yo, whoever signed you must be runnin' the circus 'cause you a clown

You a rapper with a drug habit, hidin' the truth

Camouflaging ya needle tracks with some colorful tattoos

You was never equipped for this, never equipped to spit with Bis

I'm swift as shit, let me point out the main differences

You magnificent, I'm mic-nificent

Yo, I'd even go out on a limb with it, say you write a little bit

That don't make you a tight lyricist

Cause you don't practice or stick with it

Look at the 60 hour shifts I spend with this

I never quit, I got a gift for the art

A low maintenance cost, no physical movin' parts

In '98, niggas thought I was God, how the fuck did that change?

I'm still one of the illest niggas in the game

So look inside yourself and tell me what you see

If you see a hungry nigga then you lookin' at me

And its aight if you don't trust me 'cause I don't trust you

As a matter of fact I'll probably buss you, motherfucker (okay), fuck you!

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