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[Verse 1: Diabolic] |
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Check 1, check 2, 'Bolic to the rescue |
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F.U.C.K. the world when I step through |
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Got that fresh new,real raw,uncut |
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Dumb down underground and educate these dumb ****s |
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Poured out blood guts filled it with some lime green |
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Crystallize purple cess to burn and share with my team |
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**** Y'ALL, cops seen the picture on the wide screen |
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And the Rebel Army yo calling leave the crime scene |
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Exhibit A, baggy pants on the footage live stream |
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No, hipster ****t so my **** can fit inside jeans |
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Nineteen, ninety ****t New York's a warzone |
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Knock 'ya light's out cut the power to your jaw bone |
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Lord knows Diabolic's 'bout to make a pit stop |
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Where these *****es hang like these pigs are Lil Kim's twat |
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Psycho, with a sick plot like Alfred Hitch**** |
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Hip hop, so you out in flip flops with gym socks |
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[Hook: Diabolic] |
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Soldier's lace your boots up |
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Ladies lose your high heels |
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I'm not what you're used to |
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Difference is, I'm real |
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And I feel it's my job |
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To do something about that |
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**** the guys feeling otherwise |
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Meet me out back |
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One Time, COME ON |
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Two Times, COME ON |
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Three Times...these are Fightin' Words |
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One Time, COME ON |
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Two Times, COME ON |
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Three Times...these are Fightin' Words |
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[Verse 2: Diabolic] |
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Yo check the game plan I don't wanna shake hands |
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Rather see you face plant like Weezy on a skate ramp |
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Caveman missing links in my dnA strands |
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My supporters would slap the ****t out Lil Wayne fans |
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I don't like the radio I don't care where Jay stands |
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I don't Watch The Throne or Kanye in his Ray-Banns |
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State champ, treated like Elvis out in Graceland |
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They pale in comparison, albino to a spray tan |
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Fat cats, paint cans, break dance cardboard |
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Art form mashed out, how about some hardcore? |
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Sharp sword or razor blade ain't afraid to start wars |
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Hard body Diabolic's known to break a sharks jaw |
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Far more raw that front line bomb drop |
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Nonstop slaughter every corn pop on top |
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Songs hot like ya Mom's twat feeling sure it's ****ed |
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Full court buzzerbeater winning was a longshot |
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[Hook: Diabolic] |
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[Interlude (2x): Diabolic] |
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Soldier, move up |
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I don't give two ****s |
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Who what, when why where |
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Don't confuse us |
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[Verse 3: Diabolic] |
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DJ's ill breaks Serrato was a milk crate |
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Rhyme the beats on a maxi single massive pill take |
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Labels making stacks table scraps on my meal plate |
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Kept it real with a record deal and it feels great |
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Kill snakes, cut throats, strategize the u****ost |
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Art of war paint a masterpiece with every brush stroke |
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Shoot for the stars crosshairs on my gun scope |
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Training like Rocky Balboa with a jump rope |
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Jump Colt, .45 caught a high from blunt smoke |
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Now Big L and Pun's ghost live from what I just wrote |
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Come close focus on the beast as he mutates |
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Screw face like your boombox ate my Clue tape |
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Fools shake cause I body trapped their escape hatch |
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Payback fightin' to the death in a cage match |
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May slap your favorite DJ until he plays that |
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Red dough hypodermic needle in the haystak |
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[Chorus: Diabolic] |