The Final Test (feat. Canibus) Lyrics

When Armageddon comes, CANIBUS! RORSHAX! you'll see two veterans armed with guns, each with one hundred-round drums

She said she don’t like chiggers, well I’m a Fort Knox Kentucky nigger wit KY jelly on my timber, the Indian giver cry macho down by the river, eating a taco, cleaning my tobacco filter, Rawhide skinner, my Frauline should cook my dinner, she throw empty plates at me and I won't hit her, I'm slumped over my drivers' hatch gettin’ some rest, cause sometimes sleeps' better than sex, Canibus - why you such a mathematical prick?, cause todays' cancel culture ain’t got no grit, I get it See Rorshax? they don’t understand what we did, the past was that, the future is this, all the world’s a stage with actors just reading a script, written in red edited to entertain the dead, music druids in tunics on a border bridge that need ID to cross over a ridge, across the grid where the rubicon is, where the ole Yucatan 1 and a half Ton Grizzly lives,

Rip The Jacker Rorshax fun facts, gun racks driving M-Rap w/ run flats and radial Dunlaps

Compelling common themes between clowns in comical memes, clearly nightmarish demonstrable dreams,

Students gather together in a dark college dorm burning olive oil during a power outage from a storm, unmanageable electric bill prices, from energy crisis, now their fighting over who’s the nicest, hip hop is beginning to miss me and they’re standing for delivery, but I don’t give a crap what they think of me, RTJ on my dog tag, Rock Mics w/ Rorshax, 200 bars of rap, Kansas City Steel gatling cylinder wheels spinning! blood spills on Cambodian killing fields, you Bolshevik Beanie Boi’s eating vegan seaweed soy, massaging tofu cream on your hemorrhoids,

A jackalope w/ Burro ears Andrew Cumo hair, see through lingerie wear in Neil Cavuto’s chair, fiddling with the compas n squares, to scare the unaware now you drowning in Greta Thromberg tears, impeding modern travel by land sea & air, you take the elevator I’ll take the wooden stairs, Alistair you’re so contrair - how bout we stop right here & I dunno go outside n get some air & maybe go down to Trafalgar Square & grab a beer, call my buddy Peter Thiel - we’ll talk Palantir, when you factor in the despair it quickly becomes difficult to bear, “Are we clear?? Am I getting any traction here???”, I feel like Gen. McNamara when the collapse was near, he’d just stand there and stare with matted hair, outside 16 Downing Street - the Chaplin met us there to have prayer with Former Prime Minister Blair, among other High Ranking Players from Foreign Affairs, I paid cab fare from Grafton Square to get there, I was ordered to thread the needle, gillie suit rifle out the gazebo, Coleco Vision with thermal NVG’s tho, premium primo, nasty people drink that fuckin’ pee dough, eye patch on the light of every beam glow, ELOH ELOH Halo - La Li Lu Lay Low, You better do wtf I say yo, the right to bear arms is Natural Law, just ask Grandpa, with 22LR in his handcart, who promoted me to the local Valhalla Vanguard as assistant to Heimdel at watchtower at Asgard n If you ever again even attempt to take me to task with rap bars, and don't gaurd your ass I'll hang you by one arm, super glue your balls to pendulums of glass shards, counterbalance your weight - a boobie trap work of art, sob - sob, sniffling sneezing coughing aching upset stomach and fast talk - as you are slowly fillet’d in the name of Allah hu Akbar, exactly what I dwnld'd the app for

Dr. Van Sant crossing his legs folding his hands, quietly conducting plans for your fecal transplant, two faggots sitting at a pronoun bar in Miramar sharing the same straw to compare jaws, I met a Morgan Stanley work-from-home crypto nanny she gotta’ bungalow out in Miami, she said you’re so brave for standing up to them…… thank you, now they’re gonna’ put a gun to ya’ head n make you, They track you to wack you n stack you, you can’t take it back dude, it’s too late too, cash rules, Look in the mirror!, what you see? Bravo Sierra!!, I see a Ripper from the modern era!!!, duckbill blades duck taped around each hand in such a way, the Samurai grins n spins in place, Bad Leroy Brown, Shogun flowin' & glowin’

you can’t GO where you’re Looking if you Don’t LOOK where you’re Goin, Battlefield tours to the grocery store, after I visit whichever whore owes me more, start with the tomatoes n regular green okra, tastes great with eggs and sweet potato on sofas, see what’s growing wild outside, picking blue berries for blue berry pie with a bucket and my spirit guide, I can tell by ya’ garden sweat you’re hardly hardened yet, put the beer down & go work on that garden bed, 300 black out rifles, Mad Max Motorcycles - trust me maaan we ain't nothing like you, Desert digital chest rigs, citizens arrest you pigs, I don’t know if I’mma’ let you live, Airborne active camouflage satellite drone bodyguards, if I was you I’d get back in the car, government vip search n rescue squad, private entourage at the Parrot Club in San Juan, from a tiny little house in Nantucket, in a rusty mustard colored El Camino gas bucket, I try to give up Rap, but I can’t coz I love it, but I’m tired of these gotdamn puppets, 91 meters two legged Caribou on the avenue, Rip The Jacker Rorshax with the alley hoop,

Cover me while I move! I got you covered! One Hundred

"YOOOOO RORSHAX!!!!!"

SHOW DEM HOW A RIPPER DOES IT!

I know most of you all won’t be able to handle this

A Federal Officer under the influence of Canibus

USP Leavenworth, I gave birth to bars behind bars

Respected by guards and inmates of all races and cars

I bet I’m only CO that could convince a hardcore convict

To step in the booth and do a hardcore song with

But Sarah McLaughlin let this animal out of its cage

So I can rush the stage, grab the mic, and roid rage

I’m young in the game but at that age where the doctor’s prescribing me

Injectable T and sublingual Winni-V

Now I can get on the microphone and say anything I wanna

With more testosterone than Obama’s baby mama

I’m square they say, but rip the airwaves like its tubular

Spitting a hundred bars so sansei will know I’m a warrior

So I can deploy overseas to rap in Cantonese

And have armies of Chinese commies falling to their knees

No retreat, no surrender; I’ve got a strong back bone

But under Pre-Traumatic Stress thinking of the war back home

I’m pissed at racists and white nationalists

Canibus and Rorshax is a lyricist supremacist

And I’m about to have rappers from New York to Compton

Coming to Kansas City just to feel the speaker stomping

I’ll have all of Arrowhead stadium holding up a lighter

Cause life’s a witch, and my lyrics casts spells to fight her

Oh, say can you see the Star Spangled Banner’s a banger

It’s part of a seance the Royals use to enchant their batter

My rhymes bat a homerun you try to catch but you miss

And have black cats on broom sticks howling at the moon when it hits

Bringing back unique rhyme schemes, I know you missed it

You may have to rewind, my mind is twisted and conflicted

And obviously there’s no phrase I’m afraid to mutter

Androgynously I can be both your father and your mother

Because I’ll damage you with rhyme techniques Dick Cheney don’t approve

And abandon like that dude Steve did from Blue’s Clues

Then get approved for welfare and WIC of course

After I take myself to family court for child support

Making an honest living had the judge’s head spinning

Oh yeah baby, hashtag winning

I crap on mainstream rap to fertilize the soil I irrigated

Record labels farming for puppets irritated

The cattle they sedated are defibrillated

And the Hip Hop audience has been redesignated

To where they feel it deep down, the Hardcore Underground

I’m Landlord Jamar’s party pooping uninvited guest

Bringing a word salad for him to consume, but never fully digest

I’m treating Hip-Hop like a charity for-profit

Gave a Filthy Buck Fifty and he can’t write off it

The line between lyrical and abominable is being blurred

When I spit some shit more absurd than the turd of Amber Heard

I’m saying I can conquer the rap game while I’m dropping a deuce

I’m living proof the new school is a shitty excuse

But when I used their toilet, something started moving beneath it

I don’t know what it was but felt I needed to keep it a secret

Because I got ninety-nine problems, but their plumbing is not one of them

And it won’t be long, friends, until I visit you in your home again

No invitation? I’ll commit a home invasion

And squatter’s rights will have you tied up in litigation

I’ll fart on your pillow to give your eyes irritation

Then join a campaign to support all forms of immigration

Su casa mi casa

The words I speak will wreak the nostrils of la raza humana

I bet you all think it’s disgusting I’m discussing this

Over gourmet dinner plates of percussion and bass

I’m not trying to be in a movie they’ll show you on IMAX

I’m strapping bombs to the speaker box to take you straight to the climax

My sour words radiate millions of people by the hour

Even the Pentagon is threatened by my nuclear power

There’s a lot to scoff because America seems feeble

I ought to squat and cough to free that bald eagle

Negotiating Peace Talks, Uncle Sam rung my Samsung up

He said some cow dung and so I just hung up

Acts of righteous anger are twenty-two times better than

A disgruntled veteran giving in to the war within

14 years US Army, CI after MP

All that SHARP training I swear it gave me ED

Filed a claim with the VA, I bet I’m the first who tried it

No shock to anyone, of course they denied it

But when I’m in the booth I perform with all I got

And I’ll get aroused if I move crowds like Travis Scott

Yeah, I’ll go at it. Yeah, I got bad habits

My speech may get me blasted by special weapons and tactics

But everything that comes out of me is as fresh as mint

That’s why I won’t hesitate to piss in the wind

With my mouth open I’ll (go underground and) railroad a track

Attack the airwaves to free more slaves than the first step act

Whatever it is Hip Hop thinks it can do to me

Won’t be as bad as Reagan flooding crack in the black community

I’ll emerge from the lion’s den yelling “Let’s Go Brandon”

Louder than a Ukrainian missile siren

And there’s still no “trump card” that can save the human species

We forgot the will of the creator and treat each other like feces

Now the heavenly host upstairs has the right to remain silent

And I’m left wondering why most of my prayers turn violent

But it’s a blessing that created a talent this amazing

Got me rising to higher degrees than a freemason freebasing

But I’m not a rising star, I’m like a meteor

Coming to crush the media if they picture me coming from a far

My bars will club you like a caveman in the pelt of a lion

And kick you like the third-degree black belt of Orion

I’m Sirius, me and the pen game never waiver, dammit

If anybody takes us for granite, we’ll celestial body the planet

Men are from Mars, so get your asses back to Venus

Because there’s no pussy on Earth that can get in between us