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letra de diabolical - curran-c

#intro
i’m diabolical [echo]

#verse 1
you better duck and hide i’m coming from behind/
running on lies adreneline high with another fellow inside/
my cynical ride with every nice figure lies/
a sniper spying on my diabolical smile trying/
to psychologically psych me and take away/
my biological right the fight in me/
trying to frighten me so the fire dies in me/
surprisingly i’ve rised this high and i’m no wiser/
inside lies the desire to rise higher but my rhymes/
aren’t a good adviser i’m a h-ll riser/
i may tell it nicer, but here is what i do in my spare time/
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i’m something y’all hate, the sp-wn of satan/
locked and ready to take ’em back to where they came from
i’m the minister of the sinister sin city/

#hook 1
who you gonna call when you need some weed?
curran-c
who you gonna call when you need to bleed?
curran-c
who you gonna call when you need to party?
curran-c
who you gonna call when you need some g?
definitely not curran-c

bam

#verse 2
my perception of perfection is my infectious/
erection which just won the presidential election/ [background {trump is a d-ck}]
i wasn’t always this mentally dexterous i too was/
domestic before i became demented/
i was meant to have a nice mistress, live in an urban/
district with herbalistic dip sh-ts attending/
justin biebers lip syncs and b-tches applying lip sticks/
and having a pretty mystique and busy week/
but i flushed it down the drain when i started spitting/
sweet sixteens feeding on people’s fear and gulping down these beers/
listen here/
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now imma slice a fine line in your right thigh/
and stick a dynamite so you can reach a lighter side/
i’m something y’all hate, the sp-wn of satan/

#hook 2
who you gonna call when you need some weed?
curran-c
who you gonna call when you need to bleed?
curran-c
who you gonna call when you need to party?
curran-c
who you gonna call when you need some g?
definitely not curran-c

bam

#verse 3
turn your eyes to the right in the silent night gaze upon/
the violent fight as a dynamite explodes on the/
other side but let’s hold hands and party all night long/
getting high with a bong/
at 7:30 am our heads will be down on the pavement/
with laymen asking us to make way for their lame day/
my face is red i was almost dead/
i’m a sinister villain walking around like a/
minuscule civilian a future billionaire taking another/
million into an abyss/
.
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i’m your worst nightmare, the sp-wn of satan/
here to take em and give them all and infection/
eradicating the m-ss population/

#hook 3
who you gonna call when you need some weed?
curran-c
who you gonna call when you need to bleed?
curran-c
who you gonna call when you need to party?
curran-c
who you gonna call when you need some g?
definitely not curran-c

bam

- curran c

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