this is a game of cat and mouse where tom murders jerry and bush urges kerry to rape virgin mary till he bursts the cherry so i m emerging every person in the dirt and buried to resurrect get a tech and follow his mercenary paid in full eighth of haze take a pull with an army of raging bulls and wolves draped in wool got metaphors coming off the head like devil s horns acting foul won t crack a smile unless it s yours backed against the wall close calls applying pressure iron texture feed fiction to a lie detector and i bet you i ll rob anywhere near or next to me here essentially to take your prophet like the spear of destiny i ll appear as a guest for free really i can t wait to see the look on your damn face when i m stealing your fan base i m sick enough to hand jake a trail of bread crumbs lead a new murder scene with rev run chugging redrum i set the tone like a metronome left alone on top of the world with the 3rd rock as a stepping stone inside the terror dome dna tests have shown i m the truth the rest are just genetic clones of my flesh and bones that s why fans react to the livest rappers by jumping from the highest rafters in the crowd flying past us the final chapters it was written read the text or get beat to death and sent to hell where demons slept everyday i wake up at the dawn of morning light same shit different toilet i got a war to fight so don t ask me why i m pissed of in every song i write cuz diabolic s been dealing with this shit all his life i m the style of weapon for a quite war with the streets i ve endured where young bucks will stab you like it s the vibe awards connoisseur throw a comet towards new york s rocking core open a hole in hell s gate when satan locks the door moment of truth pop the 4 like 2pac shakur chop the horns and mop the floor with his spinal cord my soul is righteous but i m viper s token white kid who ll grab a cop and choke him lifeless with a broken night stick i m have a soulless cobra s dome closed in vice grips my fans build statues of me in jehovah s likeness but i m on cloud nine with friends of fairweather see troubled knees buckle to beneath the air pressure when hip hop was raw now it comes from wherever got some jacob jewels manicure and a hair dresser the single reason demons creep in our shows is cuz my plans complete when i brand the beast with a barcode satan wants our souls offered as dirt cheap but i ain t selling shit like jin s album the first week so make some noise for church priests raping boys that make the choice to slit his throat when he raised his voice send me to hell fuck it cuz when i kick the bucket i ll find who birth the anti christ and kick her in the stomach so when motherfuckers shout at me and run they mouth add em to the list of shit i don t giva fuck about  all my motherfucking life man i ve been at war i ve been a soldier on the front lines foul play bitch wake the fuck up or get woke the fuck up diabolic mentat beat asylum motherfucka
['conscious hip hop', 'political hip hop']