Well it’s not. You didn’t count on a 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 fucking A & R ain’t shit.
I’ll fucking wipe my ass with your demo deal. Yo, Diabolic! Take these mother fuckers heads 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 holler back Can’t freestyle, you’re screwed off the top like bottle caps Beneath the surface, I’m over-heating your receiver circuts Unleashing deeper verses than priests speak in churches But your preacher’s worthless, your worship defeat the purpose Like President Bush takin’ shots 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 bluffin’, faggot, you’re less than nothing I just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction Immortal Technique: You mother fuckers are nothing, you cannot harm me I’ll resurrect, every aborted fetus and start an army Storm the planet hunting you down because I’m on a mission To break your body to a billion one-celled organisms Immortal Technique ‘ll 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 a kill you inevitably 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 Then use your dead body to write my name in calligraphy This puppet democracy brainwashed your psychology But you’re nothing like diversity without equality And your crew is full of more faggots than 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 ain’t a mother fucking thug yet Your mind is empty and spacious Like the part of the brain that appreciates culture in a racist Face it, your too basic, you’re never gonna make it Like children walking through Antarctica, butt-naked
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