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[Canibus:] The poem is dolioform I arm wrestle you with my polio arm in a rodeo barn Nowadays I see emcees get on stage They look like parakeets in a cage Grab the mike like they afraid to palm it Till I bomb him, the LRADs lace the target The firearm long like fist-to-armpit Sergeant Sharpshooter, a gifted marksman Sip sake, rip the mike nigga watch me The kamikaze, Benihana your body Saraposa show up to your party Everybody go home now Put your microphone down Go boil some water, I'm a hold him down Interrogation techniques, I'm a show you how I'm a ask you two times, then after that I'm a roll you a blunt with a blasting cap You understand what I'm sayin'? Your man's not playin' You'll be twenty-one grams lighter after the weigh-in Sharpshooters aimin' Wolfgang came in to bang him Demo'd the nigga, then Maintain sprayed him Aus Songtexte Mania