Immortal Technique
Immortal Technique - Diabollic songtekst
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Oh, you mother fucker's though it was over, huh? But it's not, you didn't count on a fallen angel getting back into the grace of God and coming after you Ya'll niggaz ain't shit Your producers ain't shit Your fucking A&R ain't shit I'll fucking wipe my ass with your demo deal Yo Diabolic take this mothrfuckers head off! 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 Beaneath the surface I'm over heating your reciver circuits By unleashing deeper verses than prists speakin' churches What you preach is worthless Like President Bush tacking bullets for the secret Service Beyond what ya'll fathom I shit on cats and yow tap 'em Show no compassion like having a straifht faced orgasm Tour jack'em have his half a teen beach suck mw friends dick In the mean time you can French kiss this clenched fist Diabolic, a one man brigade spreading cancer plague So if iI catch you bluffin' Faggot, you're less than nothing I just had to get that stress of my chest like breast reduction You motherfuckers are nothing you cannot harm me I'll resurect every aborted baby and start an army Storm the planet hunting you down cause I,m on a mision To split your body into a billion one-celled organisms Immortal Technique will destroy your religion you stupid beach You're faker than blue-crackers nailed tot a crucifix I'm bout to blow up like NASA Challenger computer chips Arsenic language transmitetted revolutionarily I'm like time itself I'm gonna Kill you inevitably Chemically bmb you fuck using a chrome piece I'm Ilmatic' you won't make it home like Jerom's niece I'll sever your had digonally for thinkin of dissin' me And then use your dead body to write my name in calligraphy This puppet democraty brain wash your psychology So you're nothing like diversity without equality And your crew is full of more faggot than Greek mythology Using numerology to count the people I sent to heaven Produces more digits than 22 divided by 7 You're like Kevin Spacey your style in usualy suspects You never killed a cop, you not a mother fucking thug yet Your mind is emty and spacious Like the part of the brain that appreciates cultute in a racist Face it' you too basic, you're never gonna make it Like children walking through Antarctïca butt naked