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Diabolic feat. Vinnie Paz – Not Again lyrics

[Verse 1: Diabolic]

I got Pope John Paul in his casket turning
When I’m at a Catholic sermon smashed with a flask of bourbon
Dashing in a black Suburban, passion swerving
Crashing burning like attacks on my rap insurgents
But now I’m back determined to have some virgins
Taking face shots like Botox, I’m a plastic surgeon
Not your average person cause it’s cash I’m earning
Got me riding dirty like the mastered version of my tracks with cursing
Feel this cat for certain, too perverted to mention
In a class by myself like internal suspension
I’m terminal spreading through your chest and ribs
Till the song stuck in your head and gives you less than a month left to live
Infect the kids, I love to poison minds
Got hoes bending over backwards like double-jointed spines
I’m at the point in time where I don’t give a flying fuck
And if I get fired up you get your jaw wired shut and it’s

[Chorus: Diabolic]

Mic check one two, we back on the block again
Body in the trunk, somebody’s getting shot again
Fistful of haze, stomach full of Heineken
My bitch put the radio on, no not again!

We want that real shit, something I can feel shit
You know the gutter shit, fuck all that other shit
That go to war shit, kicking in the door shit
Diabolic, Vinnie Paz, yeah that raw shit

[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]

Hey yo D, you the foulest motherfucker around
Anyone who got a beef with us get stuck with the pound
That’s regardless if they hate us or they fuck with the sound
And regardless if they’re ravers or they come from uptown
I don’t care who gets stuck: black, white, spanish, anybody
My weaponry a left buck and a mini shotty
I don’t discriminate, Pazienza blazing people
I kill your dog and eat him up like I was Asian people
Me and Diabolic similar to haze and diesel
It’s straight to the head and stick inside the veins of people
And Pazienza too intelligent, my brain will eat you
My bitch stay strapped, even Vinnie’s dame is lethal
I did a little bid for taking fucking change from people
But Diabolic did the motherfucking same, we’re equal
That’s why people call the two of us insanely evil
And that’s why people call the two of us insanely evil

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]

I scream, “Allah Akbar, murder murder kill kill.”
In the same sentence, that’s why I’m incredibly ill
We better rebuild and put the motherfucking Pope in prison
For practicing remote-controlled socialism
But I ain’t mean to get political on this shit
So give me a forty-ouncer, pass the motherfucking buscuit
And do some type of shit I did that I don’t wanna revisit
Y’all better tell the scene cipher that they gonna need ballistics

[Verse 4: Diabolic]

So keep your distance cause me and Vinnie we the sickest
We’ll make you sleep with fishes like tsunamis from the East Pacific
I keep a spliff lit, guzzling this Belvedere
Chase it with a twelve up here, Heaven fell, Hell is here
Hell yeah I smell your fear and I’m your fearless leader
With lyrics deeper than the crater left in Hiroshima
So if you love hip hop but saw the spirit leave you
Me and Vinnie thought we’d bring it back here to see you

[Chorus]

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Diabolical – Immortal Technique Ft. Diabolic

Dance with the Devil ends
Intro – Immortal Technique:
Oh, you mother fuckers thought it was over, huh?
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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