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letra de sideshow - diabolic

haha. you outdid yourself on this one domingo. but you gotta stop trying to f-ck fat b-tches on my sp-ce. for real dawg

[verse 1:]

mothaf-ckers want to die, they want to bring the drama, why
i’m never one to law abide, i’ll k!ll those who i’m cornered by
i’m leaving people mortified, you should heed the warning signs
what i say are more than rhymes, bless you like the lord divine
seems as though i lost my mind, sharper than a porcipine
psycho on the border line, a g*nius with no corporate grind (or wind)
walk the line like johnny cash, and put you in a body cast
i rap like there’s a polygraph attached to my honkey -ss
bolic’s like a godly wrath, on the illuminati’s path
problem is i’m probably smashed, starring at some hottie’s -ss
challenge me, watch me laugh, b-lls are made of solid br-ss
you just ain’t in bolic’s cl-ss, hope you got you wallet stashed
dealing with a lying thief, grinding on a silent creek
’cause every single time i speak, tsunamis hit acquired beach
so i’mma take a giant leak, flying from the highest peak
saying that your rhymes are weak, and i would die for my beliefs

chorus:

the game is a sideshow, circus where nine’s blow
so as long as i play, i’ll ride ’till i die slow
but before i go, i’m making sure y’all know
ain’t n0body in this game, f-ckin’ with my flow
[2x]

[verse 2:]

i ran up in the pearly gates, they like you ain’t worthy wait
you were born reverse the tape <--(?), but when i rapped the earth would shake laughin' when i learned my fate, snappin' rappers vertebrates i clap 'em with the 38, and jackin' up the murder rate bolic never perpertrate, i'd rather spit or burst your hate the needle of someone's serving plate, take a bite regurgitate grinding thru the worst mistakes, payin' dues workin' late givin' y'all a burst of faith, that hip-hop's still worth it's weight kid's at home do no attempt, to go the places bolic went i ain't here dropping gems, sh-t man it's common sense no the one to plot against, i'll hit you with a socket wrench and throw you in a box and clench, headb-tting your optix lens diabolic's marching toward, barricade and guard the door he's letting out the carnivoir, to cut you with the sharpest sword why the f-ck you starting for, divide and conquor, raw to war game is mine, far from yours, lock it down, martial law [chorus] here we go [verse 3:] i was raised in greater days, for all this play is played for all mistakes were made, when sk!ll major take the stage now i burn an eighth of haze, and i ain't here to place your raise blood spores with razor blades, and vodka in my gatorade pop ya if you playa braid, reigning on your g-y parade p-ssin' on my neighbors grave, juggling like eight grenades pave the way with nuttin' bling, but knuckles with a couple rings put my hands up and swing, you won't do a f-ckin' thing so anti up, place your bets, bet that i could take your breath stab you with a bayonette, faster than i break a sweat nuttin' but decayin' flesh, in a box layed to rest starrin' in the face of death, like a pair of naked breast follow me like dave koresh, prophecy in ancient text payin' off my haze connect, incinerating' sp-ce cadets dinner time the table's set, for real cats to gain respect choking out a label rep, make sure you're staying checked [chorus]

- diabolic

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