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[diamond b]
you come to spit sick shit, that shit’s remarkable
i ain’t come to spit sick shit, i come to slaughter ya’
turn up at the funeral, open up the casket
so all your next of kin can see me slap ya’ (wack b-st-rd)
i spit fire and hold up, you better not f-ck up my flow
or get your dome cut
expose your grey matter, start feastin’ on the flesh like
a finger food platter
better watch your step, better watch your breath
better watch as the clock counts down to your death
see i ain’t playin’ around
my ambition leave you wishin’
you were laid in the ground…
you can see me underground, rocking rhymes in hell
keepin’ the fires alive, yeah i’m enjoyin’ myself
see i’m a mean talker, dream walker
gonna make the scene hotter
burn down this b-tch and walk away
like i seen nothin’
breathin’ fire and ice
i came to torture your wife and get her off with a knife
it’s hopeless, if you try to escape
you’ll end up tied up and brutally raped
i’m the k!ller of the light, i leak the
night through your sunroof
tearin’ up the mic and leave your whole life shook
takin’ out my competitors and i ain’t even heard of em
the king of this shit, body slam you like a senator
the sickest on the mic disturbed in different ways
paid a visit to my shrink and left him shakin’ for days
full of rage when i spit this homicidal shit
yet like a thief in the night you’ll never see me lit
i’ll see your chick split in half and bent backwards
the meanin’ of death, c-nt you know i got the answer
just two bars are too hard for all you pussy rappers
not the aftermath of war but a nuclear disaster
i’m the cancer inside, unholy and slowly taking your life
spreadin’ through your veins
makin’ sure your life is never gonna be the same again…

[deficit]
like a needle that’s been stuck in your arm
cos’ i’m a prick b-tch, quick shift
diamond to deficit we’re addictive
gonna be regretting any threat that you reckon
will let you step in to our shoes
are you pussy’s forgettin’?
that there’s no safety net, we haven’t placed it yet
cos’ there’s not a single rapper that could make me sweat
a prodigy took all of these wannabes with no quality
and honestly i’m bored, are they possessed?
by a plague that swept, made em’ stale i guess
it’s like these motherf-ckers have a brain defect
they can’t take a breath without facing that
i’m the only one around that isn’t fakin’ it
so i’ll show em no mercy when it’s my turn to spit
these motherf-ckers haven’t got a clue what hurting is
or even what to do so just sit cursin’ it
instead of standing up and saying “could be worse than this”
it could always be worse
but you could never be as angry as me
so i hope you’re packin’ a “plan b”
cos’ my fuel is unlimited and you can’t stand me
want me off this mic you’re gonna have to drag me
as i finish i’m kickin’ you
push you down and i’ll spit on you
thinkin’ what i’m bringing is fitting for a fence-sitting b-tch like you
whingin’ you’re gonna get your crew
thinkin’ i’ll end up scared of you?
go on, bring em’ up give them mics and i’ll k!ll em’ too!

- diamond b

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