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Fuck
that,
look
at
him,
heâs
nothing.
The
guyâs
a
piece
of
shit.
You
got
a
cigarette?
Jesus
Christ,
you
killed,
you
fuckin-a
killed
him,
heâs
dead
Haha, Diabolic, Asmatic, Cop Shop, Breath Easy Productions
We putting it down
Triple Optix, Falling Angels, Foul Play
We ainât fucking around
[Verse 1:]
All I hear is cats runninâ off at the mouth
When they donât know what the fuck they talkinâ about
And Bolic show yâall, busting off a gat or two
âTil I catch a few bullets and throw âem back at you
Donât believe me, holla at me when youâre passing thru
1Huntington Station, 16th and New York Avenue
Iâll be there drunk, making fun of their songs
And ran for âem like H.I.V. airborn
I stand strong giving yâall faggots the truth
Clowning cats over what Asmatic produced
See Bolic never hesitate to say that youâre wack
Give my opinion, but now Iâm a hater for that
In my mind all Iâm doing is stating the facts
That I donât believe shit that you say in your raps
But I canât lie dawg, Iâm still playing your tracks
So I can get a good laugh at the way that you act
Chorus:
You wonât, do the shit you say in youâre songs
Ainât nobody here playing along
You wonât, do shit about me saying it
Iâm Diabolic, who the fuck you think you playing with
[Verse 2:]
Okay, yo, I smoke a pack a day, plus eight blunts
With the breath control of eight lungs attached to the same tongue
I ate crumbs, paid dues, and made moves
Then made your wife give me pussy and brain too
If you meet me, I ainât no shameless actor
Iâll go from your favorite rapper to most hated after
I ainât faking jacks to gain a fan base
Iâm drinkinâ patron, spittinâ in a fanâs face
I canât take all these cats ?? and watch <â(?)
âTil I make them buy my album then buy me a shot
Iâve got my hands full of cards you canât pull
So I pop shit, like Ja Ruleâs stool sample
I laugh at hype, âcause when I grab the mic
I got these pussies on my dick like hermaphrodites
You faggots write lies when you go in the booth
Well Iâm right here drunk still knowing the truth
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
I donât know whatâs worse, Eminem sayinâ some thug raps
Or having to deal with Mace makinâ a comeback
Everybody touch gats, and have to say they pull it
Couldnât bust a shot, ejaculating bullets
Now the gameâs alligator shirts and trucker hats
And Iâm on the sideline, like what the fuck is that
Youâll get stuck for stacks, yeah Iâll run your pockets
Now go tell all your friends you got sunk by Bolic
Gotta gun then pop it, if not stop lying
I never believe youâd actually pop iron
I donât give a fuck like a prostitute
If you claim to cock and shoot with cops in hot pursuit
Iâm the top recruit, taking over the game
You donât know shit about me, all you know is my name
Diabolic, mothafuckers know Iâve been raw
When I begin tour do a cop shop in store
[Chorus]
- Album:
- Fightin Words
- Liar & A Thief
- The Foul Play Mixtape
- Vengeance Ascending
- Overload 2: A Tribute To Metallica (Various Artists)
- Subterraneal Magnitude
- Excisions Of Exorcisms
- Chaos In Hell (EP)
- Miscellaneous
- Liar and a Thief
- Foul Play Mixtape
- Supreme Evil
- Infinity Through Purification
- Metal for the Masses, Volume 2
- Destruction of the Heavenly Realms, Volume V
- In the Eyes of Death IV
- Overload 2 - Tribute to Metallica
- Destruction of the Heavenly Realms, Vol. V
- Total Overload: Tribute to Metallica - 2 CD Set
- Destruction of the Heavenly Realms, Volume VI