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[Intro] |
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"The whole underworld worries me less than a single man...Diabolik" |
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[Scratches] |
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"With the diabolical sound coming through your speaker" |
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[Verse 1] |
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Yo, brace yourself for impact I'm raising Hell with Syntax |
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Like Satan cast an ancient spell on this track |
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An Angel fell, who stays compelled to spit raps |
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And what the majors sell he ain't afraid to tell |
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You *******t's wack now blaze an L and sit back |
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Crack a six pack and sip that 'till it's pitch-black |
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While you chit chat,this that dark side of a psychopath |
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Blacking out so we don't see the light of the righteous path |
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He'll strike as fast as lightning when Titans clash smash |
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Your mics in half, laughing like he siphoned Nitrous gas |
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Type of wrath from Old Testament stories told |
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Anything you do to me is coming back 40-fold |
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40 days and 40 nights then 40 shows with shorties |
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So Horny they want my ****** in a glory hole |
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See y'all should know,I will murder these tracks |
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'till I'm on my last leg like an amputee's knee cap |
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It seems that everytime I hear emcees rap |
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The voices in my head scream at me saying: "He's wack!" |
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These cats act like *******, they're ****** sore |
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Like dinosaurs crawled out their cervix and their hymen tore |
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I'm designed for war on the Long Island shores |
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Swinging a rappers severed head by his spinal cord |
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In a blind rage on a drunken tirade |
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It's a diversion while me and Preem |
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Mastermind the crime wave |
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[Hook] |
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"With the diabolical sound coming through your speaker" |
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[Verse2] |
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Every verse I brainstorm makes Hurricanes form |
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Wind gusts that flip trucks, raining burning Napalm |
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Too many rappers here get on my nerves and stay calm |
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Put on the radio and heard the same songs all day long |
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It's mind numbing like doctors squeezing foreceps |
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To load my brain with Novacaine in my cerebral cortex |
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Seasoned war vet, piss on these peoples door steps |
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Like "Suck my ****** soaked in three weeks of ball sweat" |
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My cult following shares the same perspective |
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They'd die for their beliefs like Dave Koresh's in Waco,Texas |
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Deranged and reckless, what I say is infectious |
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Plus Preem is scratching 'till needles snap and break the records |
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The label pressed it giving y'all the extreme a sick ***** |
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Like sex scenes from Ed Gein's wet dreams I'm getting |
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Open a soul with less emotion cold as the cryogenic potion |
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Walt Disney's head is froze in set in motion,and momentum's Building up I can feel the rush like a vanilla dutch |
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Filled with dust,this high class dime's attached to my shaft |
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And I'm fast to get in their guts like gastric bypass |
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Why ask why?,I don't bat an eyelash and |
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If you're after my cash then kiss the crack of my ass |
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While I drop manure,and take a shot of Dewar's |
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With those underground villians like Bane in Gotham sewers |
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[Hook] |
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"With the diabolical sound coming through your speaker" |
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Aker" |