This is a game of cat and mouse where Tom murders Jerry And Bush urges Kerry to rape Virgin Mary till he bursts the cherry So Im emerging every person in the dirt and buried to resurrect get a tech And follow his mercenary Paid in full, eighth of haze, take a pull with an army of raging bulls And wolves draped in wool Got metaphors coming off the head like devils horns Acting Foul, wont crack a smile unless its yours Backed against the wall close calls applying pressure Iron texture, feed fiction to a lie detector And I bet you Ill rob anywhere near or next to me Here essentially to take your prophet like the Spear of Destiny Ill appear as a guest for free really I cant wait to see the look on your damn face When Im stealing your fanbase Im sick enough to hand Jake a trail of bread crumbs Lead a new murder scene with Rev Run chugging redrum I set the tone like a metronome left alone On top of the world, with the 3rd rock as a stepping stone Inside the terror dome DNA tests have shown Im the truth the rest are just genetic clones of my flesh and bones Thats why fans react to the livest rappers By jumping from the highest rafters in the crowd flying past us The final chapters it was written read the text Or get beat to death and sent to hell where demons slept [Hook repeat 2X] Everyday I wake up at the dawn of Morning Light Same shit different toilet, I got a war to fight So dont ask me why Im pissed of in every song I write Cuz Diabolics been dealing with this shit all his life Im the style of weapon for a quite war With the streets Ive endured Where young bucks will stab you like its the VIBE awards Connoisseur throw a comet towards New Yorks rocking core Open a hole in hells gate when Satan locks the door Moment of truth, pop the 4 like 2Pac Shakur Chop the horns and mop the floor with his spinal cord My soul is righteous but Im Vipers token white kid Wholl grab a cop and choke him lifeless with a broken night stick Im have a soulless cobras dome closed in vice grips My fans build statues of me in Jehovahs likeness But Im on cloud nine with friends of Fairweather See troubled knees buckle to beneath the air pressure When Hiphop was raw now it comes from wherever Got some Jacob jewels, manicure and a hair dresser The single reason demons creep in our shows Is cuz my plans complete when I brand the beast with a barcode Satan wants our souls offered as dirt cheap But I aint selling shit like Jins album the first week So make some noise for church priests raping boys That make the choice to slit his throat when he raised his voice Send me to hell fuck it cuz when I kick the bucket Ill find who birth the antiChrist and kick her in the stomach So when motherfuckers shout at me and run they mouth Add em to the list of shit I dont giva fuck about [Hook] All my motherfucking life man Ive been at war Ive been a soldier on the front lines Foul Play bitch Wake the fuck up or get woke the fuck up Diabolic Mentat Beat Asylum, motherfucka
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