My styles like torture-tactics, grab your spine and force it backward/
Cani' distorts the rapture, make Young's skeletal structure resort to fracture/
My styles 'worldwide' the-fact-is P you couldnt figure-it-wit-an-atlas
U cum soft like a dick ona matress girl prolly spilt cause she seen bigger PRICKS-ona-cactus//
Im the only one "twisted", I bend backs till ur spine and ur ribs-hit
Ima inject Young P wit aids so he finally got somthin to be "sick-with"//
Rippin ya literally makin ya 'fix-ya-linen' Give ya a photo of a trophecy so u can picture-winnin
Wishin u were as gangsta as Al Pacino when ya really as hard as "Richard-Simmons"//
CaNiBuS 'twists' rhymes in ways that make you swear I was in 'contortion'
I assist my time in haze backpedalin this 'bitch P' to the clinic forcin-abortion//
Comin to an end now I guess for closure I'll drop somethin funny
Homo P had a quarter in his shurken pants and thought it was tight money//


....had to do it quick....
Now its your turn...

Peace