[Intro]
"The whole underworld worries me less than a single man...Diabolik"
[Scratches]
"With the diabolical sound coming through your speaker"
[Verse 1]
Yo, brace yourself for impact I'm raising Hell with Syntax
Like Satan cast an ancient spell on this track
An Angel fell, who stays compelled to spit raps
And what the majors sell he ain't afraid to tell
You shit's wack now blaze an L and sit back
Crack a six pack and sip that 'till it's pitch-black
While you chit chat,this that dark side of a psychopath
Blacking out so we don't see the light of the righteous path
He'll strike as fast as lightning when Titans clash smash
Your mics in half, laughing like he siphoned Nitrous gas
Type of wrath from Old Testament stories told
Anything you do to me is coming back 40-fold
40 days and 40 nights then 40 shows with shorties
So Horny they want my dick in a glory hole
See y'all should know,I will murder these tracks
'till I'm on my last leg like an amputee's knee cap
It seems that everytime I hear emcees rap
The voices in my head scream at me saying: "He's wack!"
These cats act like bitches, they're vagina sore
Like dinosaurs crawled out their cervix and their hymen tore
I'm designed for war on the Long Island shores
Swinging a rappers severed head by his spinal cord
In a blind rage on a drunken tirade
It's a diversion while me and Preem
Mastermind the crime wave
[Hook]
"With the diabolical sound coming through your speaker"
[Verse2]
Every verse I brainstorm makes Hurricanes form
Wind gusts that flip trucks, raining burning Napalm
Too many rappers here get on my nerves and stay calm
Put on the radio and heard the same songs all day long
It's mind numbing like doctors squeezing foreceps
To load my brain with Novacaine in my cerebral cortex
Seasoned war vet, piss on these peoples door steps
Like "Suck my dick soaked in three weeks of ball sweat"
My cult following shares the same perspective
They'd die for their beliefs like Dave Koresh's in Waco,Texas
Deranged and reckless, what I say is infectious
Plus Preem is scratching 'till needles snap and break the records
The label pressed it giving y'all the extreme a sick fuck
Like sex scenes from Ed Gein's wet dreams I'm getting
Open a soul with less emotion cold as the cryogenic potion
Walt Disney's head is froze in set in motion,and momentum's Building up I can feel the rush like a vanilla dutch
Filled with dust,this high class dime's attached to my shaft
And I'm fast to get in their guts like gastric bypass
Why ask why?,I don't bat an eyelash and
If you're after my cash then kiss the crack of my ass
While I drop manure,and take a shot of Dewar's
With those underground villians like Bane in Gotham sewers
[Hook]
"With the diabolical sound coming through your speaker"
Aker"