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letra de shit talkers - canibus & jaximus

[jaximus]
5 am, 7 mile run, too slow, do it again
barefoot to the bl–dy end
the sh-t talker, breathe steady long distance jogger
b2 bomber, e6 mercury fast walker
the microphone stalker hamurabi apostle
i shoot 99 bottles of beer with my eyes closed
johnny walker blue label on a blood stained pool table
i made you – i’ll buss a hole thru ya’ raisin bagel
the modern day cain and abel with names that are interchangeable
and talkin’ sh-t’s what i came to do
every word is worth 10 in return, with unlimited burn
i probably fit 10 men in one urn, word?
jaximus! in jax we trust
i need a extra ruck to carry my big elephant nuts
and a 5 ton truck to pull me out if i’m stuck
plus, a construction crane – if that ain’t enough
so get ya’ weight up

[x-flame]
direct et contact
my rap style is the archon test for your reptilian complex
i’m reptile from mortal kombat, there is no contest
you just get a casket quick from the alien acid spit
i’m your karma’s comet, f-ck your planet i’m shao kahn’ing it
destroying your spiritual monument with your own accomplishments
using demonic common sense to convince your psychic defense
to take the offensive then forget the event
on some paranormal abduction sh-t
hatman salute the cam, leaving the devil’s imprint for a hint
to any person of interest, i was heaven sent as the seven sins
since a infant i had the sixth sense to bedevil mics with sickness
no will smith but i’m one h-ll of a fresh prince
without me the m.i.b. will go out of business
everybody is all seeing until we illuminate the witness
underground zmay brača, x-flame and canibus, slušaj b-tch
the realest k!llers praise me as the illest from syria to los angeles
اسمي ما انعرف على افى ضهر دس
[canibus]
then i’ma sink to the bottom of the trough wit a growl
my favorite song, my sh-t talkin’ style
make you wrap ya’ mouth around my 50cal
after lettin’ off 100 rounds, n-gga how ya’ like me now?
way maker miracle worker, barbarian b-boy bezerker
love a pretty b-tch in a burkha
yeah no chick peas, but gimmie more chicks please
they want some of this high speed d-ck meat
donkeys protect the herd, stomping coyotes out
yessir, them suckers gon get what they deserve
what’s that? i smell a rat in my pumpkin patch
i rip his spine out of his back with his lungs attached
this is underground rap, you want more fun facts?
fly like a b-tterfly sting like a bumblebee when i mumble rap
hunchback murder h-rnets with poisonous stingers the size of a sausage, twisting like a tornados on target
thumb tacks staple gun thunderclaps thru the soft skin of ya’ armpits
hands up, let you off with a warning
yeah, i don’t think he’ll be coming back….
but where’s the fun in that?
i’mma sh-t talker, so i just wanna rap

my favorite song…..

- canibus jaximus

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