nail in the coffin

this motherfucker, man, just won't shut up, will you?, talking 'bout i owe him, bitch, you owe me, i'm promotin' you right now, yo, let's put the nail in this coffin, i don't wanna be like this, i don't really wanna hurt no feelings, but i'm only being real when i say, nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap, and old men have heart attacks, and i don't wanna be responsible for that, so, put the mic down and walk away, you can still have a little bit of dignity, i would never claim to be no ray benzino, an 83-year-old fake pacino, so how can he hold me over some balcony without, blowing his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me?, please don't, you'll probably fall with me, and our asses'll both be history, but then again you'd finally get your wish, 'cause you'll be all over the street, like 50 cent, fuckin' punk pussy! fuck you, chump, give me a one-on-one, see if i don't fuck you up, tried to jump the ruff ryders and they cut you up, and you put jada on a track, that's how much you suck, dick in the industry, swear that you in the streets hustlin', you sit behind a fuckin' desk at the source butt-kissin', and beggin' motherfuckers for guest appearances, and you can't even get the clearances, 'cause real lyricists don't even respect you or take you serious, it's not that we don't like you, we hate you, period, talk about a mid-life crisis, damn, last week you was shakin' obie trice's hand, now he's a buster? what the fuck's with that?, get on a track dissin' us, kissin' 50's ass, and askin' me what i know about indictments, bite me, bitch, i got two cases and probation, fight me, what do i know about standin' in front of a judge like a man, ready to take whatever sentence he hands?, what you know about your wife slicin' her wrists, right in front of the only thing that you have in this world, a little girl?, and i put that on her, when this is all over, i would never try to make her a star and eat off her, i don't know shit about no choppin' rocks, but what you know about hip hop shops rockin' spots, where you the only white boy up in that bitch just rippin'?, pressin' up your own fliers and your stickers, stickin', them bitches up after spendin' six hours at kinko's, just makin' copies of your covers of cassette singles, to sell them out of the trunk of your tracer, spendin' your whole paychecks at disc makers, what you know about being bullied over half your life?, oh, that's right, you should know what that's like, you're half white; vanilla ice, spill the beans and rice, i'm eatin' you alive inside, jesus christ, if you're that much of a gangsta, put the mic down, you should be out killin' motherfuckers right now, kill a motherfucker dead, kill him dead, bitch, shoot 'em in the fuckin' head--go ahead, bitch, slap my mom! slap the fuck out of her, she can't sue you, she wouldn't get a buck out of ya, 'cause you're broke as fuck, you suck, you're a fuckin' joke, if you was really sellin' coke, well, then what the fuck, you stop for, dummy? if you slew some crack, you'd make a lot more money than you do from rap, you'll never have no security, you'll never be famous, you'll never know what it's like to be rich, life's a bitch, ain't it? raymond?, here, let me break the shit down in layman's, terms for you, just to make sure that you can understand it and, canibus ain't using too many complicated fuckin' words for you, here, let me slow it down for you, so that you could understand if i say it slower, let it go, dog, it's over, i don't wanna be like this, i don't really wanna hurt no feelings, but i'm only being real when i say, nobody wants to hear they grandfather rap, and old men have heart attacks, and i don't wanna be responsible for that, so, put the mic down and walk away, you can still have a little bit of dignity, haha. talking 'bout i have motherfuckers callin' your crib, bitch, you ain't even got a fuckin' crib, you ain't even got a fuckin' phone. fuckin' bum, threatenin' to shut me down at your lil' fuckin' source magazine, if i come back on you and attack you, bitch, you attacked me first, take it like a man, and shut the fuck up, and fuck your little magazine too, i don't need your little fuckin' magazine, i got xxl's number anyways, and y'all can't stand it, 'cause they gettin' bigger than y'all, oh, and by the way, how'd i look on the vma's?, when you was watchin' me, from whatever fuckin' tv you was watchin' me from, from boston. the mean streets of boston, fuckin' sissy! and you got us scared up in here, motherfucker, suck our motherfuckin' dicks, oh! and for those that don't know, don't get it twisted, y'all: the source has a white owner