Yo! Die slow!

Yeah! Die slow!

You **** better die slow!

Uh! Die slow!

All you can do is die slow, ****, die slow!

Die slow! Die slow! Die slow! Die slow!

All you can do is die slow!

Yea!

Die slow! Die slow!

Fuck ya'll!

Die slow! Die slow!

Die slow, ****

Die slow!

Yo, yo, you against me.. no contest

My tongue hydraulics strong enough to flip a 64 Impala

With three adult passengers and a four hundred pound driver

And drown you in less than an ounce of your own saliva

Rubberface rappers get stretched like elastic claymation characters

With verbal vernacular

Slappin' ya, like a white water rafter

Or a Olympic kayaker paddlin' across the Niagara

My afterburners'll be burnin' you after ya body already been splashed with acid

And you turn to ashes

Assassins camouflaged in the grass blastin'

Leavin' blood all over ya lady like Jackie Onassis

I'll fly ya' body out of Dallas

Perform plastic surgery while we airborne and switch caskets

Then lie to the masses

I'll tell 'em that you got murdered over some East/West beef between rappers

Radio stations'll express they sadness

Play classics back to back and pass out "Stop The Violence" pamphlets

Just imagine

Every night your girls fuckin' your best friend while you in Hell throwin' tantrums

I'll be lampin' in a mansion somewhere out in the Hamptons

Givin' some pretty ass bitch a spankin'

**** you can't win, I'm laughin' cause you a has-been

You can't get your groove back, so don't even bother askin' Angela Bassett

You just get your ass kicked

Get your head chopped off and dropped in a basket

My left arm's taken but my right one's free

That means I could diss another motherfuckin' MC

With rhymes that appear clearer than liquid crystal

My lyrical is more visual than television screen pixels

I fire pistols, hit you with miniature missiles

Riddle your body with holes then watch the blood sprinkle

Ya probably had no idea what you was gettin' into

'Cause on the mic, Can-I-Bus is invincible, fuck you

Ayo, that **** (Die slow!) got an attitude (Die slow!)

Yeah, he be actin' rude (Die slow!)

And he's always tryna battle you (Die slow!)

That last album was terrible (Die slow!)

When he's on the radio (Die slow!) he never got a clean mouth (Die slow!)

Yeah every time he freestyles (Die slow!), his words be gettin' bleeped out (Die slow!)

You got the album?

Nah, I heard that shit was weak (Die slow!)

You got the album? (Die slow!)

I said it was weak! (Die slow!)

But the shit don't come out 'til next week (Die slow!)

You know I like the ****'s beats (Die slow!)

Yo that shit be soundin' bugged out (Die slow!)

Yo, that **** Bis dumbs out (Die slow!)

He waited too long to come out

To you bitch **** who talk a lot but walk the block in halter tops

Left side of your chest, mark the spot

That's where a **** put it when I'm hooded

Then fill you up wit big bullets, prepare you for some Channel 6 footage

Know what is, Me and Bis, runnin' through your courtyard

Creepin' wit a four-five then reachin for your door knob

Throw a gun under ya' chin, see how quick your whore rise

One shot could have a thought slide, right out the North side

Your whole flow is pork rind, spit your small oinks

I'm nasty, with my small joints gripped to ballpoints

Drop on top of the blue line, right beside the red one

Keep the flow fearsome 'til the day my career done

Bring it to ya ass if you the challengin' type

Especially those, surroundin' the mic soundin' alike

To the Journ, y'all ain't no suitable spitters, shoot at you ****

Lay you out in MD's, recoupin' your liver

Shoutin' my name, best control the noise soldier boy

Or homicide be over you poise with Polaroids

Yea, yo, (Die slow!) that **** Journalist gets busy, yo (Die slow!)

I heard he from Philly yo (Die slow!)

I seen him in Bis video (Die slow!)

He's so skinny though (Die slow!)

Now he's rollin' with Canibus? (Die slow!)

I don't even understand his shit (Die slow!)

That **** sounds like an amateur (Die slow!)

Yo, I heard Jay manage him (Die slow!)

Yo, he got some heavy gold shit (Die slow!)

Man, that's some old shit (Die slow!)

Yeah, the **** that he roll wit' (Die slow!) probably let 'em hold it (Die slow!)

He got a lotta Benji's (Die slow!)

No, he don't! (Die slow!)

Every time I see him in the back of (Die slow!) The Source, he look dingy!