Rip the Jacker/Canibustible/Last Laugh 1

Calling all dogs, calling all dogs<br>Be on the look out for a big homo nigga with dimples<br>And I`ma let y`all know somethin`, it ain`t just start here<br>We`ve been preyin` on that ass since "Jack the Ripper"<br>And now its time to rip it to the jacker<br><br>(ahhhhhhhhhhh .....)<br><br>[Verse 1] <br>No rapper could rap quite like I can<br>You know who the fuck I am, I`m the canibus man<br>I had to rock to a beat like this to show you<br>That I`m iller then the future, the present, and the old you<br>I told you, wish you could take it all back don`t you<br>Tried to smoke some canibus but canibus smoked you<br>Calling yourself the greatest is something you don`t do<br>Cause after I humiliate you what will the G.O.A.T. do<br>You can`t rap or act my main man<br>You goin` end up as an intern working for Def Jam<br>See you was never bad enough to battle with Canibus<br>You out of luck, I crushed you the minute I got tatted up<br>And every lie you told just added up cause you wasn`t man enough<br>To be fair, but I`m mad a fuck and I`ve had enough<br>Jack the ripper or I`ma rip the jacker<br>Rape a rapper with a classic from his own masters<br>You`re dead<br> <br>[Verse 2]<br>There`s a rumor going around that I got dropped<br>200,000 albums sold at 10 dollars a pop<br>300,000 albums were shipped, you do the math<br>Thats 3 million in 3 months so kiss my ass<br>All these magazines tried to steamroll me to death<br>Guess what, the G.O.A.T. ain`t platinum and neither is `Clef<br>And I`m still here, inspite of all that shit them niggaz said<br>The skinny kid, the music industry`s guinea pig<br>Tighter then ever, world`s chief mic recka<br>Tougher then reverend run`s muthafuckin` leatha<br>I`m hardcore, cum shot right in your wife`s face<br>You soft porn, you held hands on the first date<br>See when you was making records like I need love<br>Your homie Cornell was givin` it to you up the butt<br>Plus I heard Simone was the high school slut<br>And she learned how to fuck before she knew how to cuss<br>Nigga you`re dead<br><br>[Verse 3]<br>You married a slut and had kids with her to cover up your hustle<br>You and your man Russell made a better couple<br>Your probably mad as fuck, wondering where I got the information from<br>Your being watched even when you take a dump<br>Its impossible to front, you can`t hide<br>The chairs at your label got ears and the walls got eyes<br>Your living one big lie the world just don`t know<br>You take a polygraph test that shit would probably explode<br>The truth is mr. smith you got a fucked up attitude<br>God knows that I pitty your fans for backing you<br>Yo, this be the realest shit I ever wrote<br>You should change your muthafuckin` name from G.O.A.T. to G.L.O.A.T.<br>The Greatest Liar Of All Time that cannot rhyme<br>That cannot shine as long as I`m alive<br>Your prime ended 8 months before `99<br>And that microphone on your arm will always be mine <br>Nigga you`re dead <br><br>[Verse 4]<br>I told you to leave it alone, but you was too stubborn<br>Now your in a world where the hunter becomes the hunted<br>Your wife is scared cause she don`t want to lose a husband<br>And somebody keeps paging you putting 4321 in<br>You can`t sleep at night thinking about the drama<br>Shit stains all up in your phat farm pijamas<br>Even f.u.b.u. gear looks hot until it touches you<br>Probably because your father undoubtedly butt-fucked you<br>Mama said knock who out? I`ll punch that bitch in the mouth<br>Cause she don`t know what she talking about<br>Ay yo, do me a favor when you see your ghostwriters<br>Tell them the rhymes they wrote for you should have been a lot tighter<br>You could have asked me, I`ll write you some lines<br>I`ll do anything for the greatest loser of all time<br>You still drippin` with wack juice `cause you wack nigga<br>If you want the last word you can have it, I`m still iller<br>You`re dead