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Immortal Technique

Diabolical

 

Diabolical


Oh ya'll motherfuckers thought it was over huh?
But it's not.
You didn't count on the fallen angel getting back into the grace of God and coming after you.
Ya'll niggas ain't shit.
Your producers ain't shit.
Your fuckin A & R ain't shit.
I'll fuckin wipe my ass with your demo deal.
Yo, Diabolic. Take this motherfucker's head OFF!

[Diabolic:]
Go ahead and grip glocks
I'll snap your trigger finger in six spots
You'll have to lip lock with hypodermic needles to lick shots
I'll watch you topple flat
Put away your rings and holla back
Can't freestyle, you're screwed off the top like bottle caps
Beneath the surface, I'm over heating your receiver circuits
By unleashing deeper verses than priests speak in churches
What you preach is worthless
Your worship defeat the purpose
Like President Bush taking bullets for the Secret Service
Beyond what ya'll fathom
I shit on cats and jaw tap 'em
Show no compassion like having a straight faced orgasm
Tour jack 'em, have his half a ten bitch suck my friend's dick
In the mean time, you can French kiss this clenched fist
Diabolic, a one man brigade spreading cancer plague
Fist fucking a pussy's face, holding a hand grenade
So if I catch you bluffing
Faggot, you're less than nothing
I just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction

[Immortal Technique:]
You motherfuckers are nothing, you cannot harm me
I'll resurrect every aborted baby and start an army
Storm the planet, hunting you down, 'cause I'm on a mission
To split your body into a billion one-celled organisms
Immortal Technique willll destroy your religion, you stupid bitch
You're faker than blue-eyed crackers nailed to a crucifix
I'm 'bout to blow up like NASA challenger computer chips
Arsenic language transmitted revolutionary
I'm like time itself, I'm gonna kill you inevitabely
Chemically bomb you, fuck using a chrome piece
I'm illmatic, you won't make it home like Jerome's niece
I'll sever your head diagonally for thinking of dissing me
And the use your dead body to write my name in calligraphy
This puppet democracy, brain washed, just psychology
So you're nothing like diversity without equality
And your crew is full of more faggots that Greek Mythology
Using numerology, to count the people I sent to heaven
Produces more digits than twenty-two divided by seven
You're like Kevin Spacey, your style is usually suspect
You never killed a cop, you're not a motherfucking thug yet
Your mind is empty and spaceous
Like the part of the brain that appreciates culture interracist
Face it, you're too basic
You're never gonna make it
Like children walking through Antarctica, butt-naked

done

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