Diablo

It's the, rap diablo, macho when I drop flows Bar gets raised up, it's me and Petey Pablo Colder than gazpacho, colder than the mono Rapping head honcho, rocking shows like I was Bono I go play a couple keys on the piano The industry a lie, all the promises were hollow Follow me I could show you where we be's at How's I get my g pass, none of your fucking beeswax These raps bring a joint together like a kneecap Fuck the little 8 balls, show me where the ki's at The time continuum, Mortal Kombat finish them Tryna find a balance reaching from my equilibrium Fools I pity them, I'm not a human I'm amphibian Fake superhero like the Mystery Men I ain't saving nothin' I'm gettin' faded 'till the angels come and skipping all the famous functions How do the famous function? The A list can't be trusted I strong arm them like I play the trumpet The bottom barrel of society I tell my bitch if she don't love me then just lie to me I'm finer than the winery Take it from the rich this is piracy (piracy) Finally, I don't even need my fucking eyes to see Come and die with me Cause everybody got dead homies Said everybody got dead homies Said everybody got dead homies Said everybody got dead homies Uh, okay My mind is Yoda I'm on Ayatollah These other rapper just a diet soda I find Jehova in the darkest places Empty as apartment basements This a marathon gentlemen go ahead and start the races Save the coffin spaces Don't come up missing Tell your bitch that you've been trippin' now you on vacation Rapping like it's automated Lights I keep em' on like Vegas Love I'm making so hot I'm turning hog to bacon Only God can save him, I heard the monsters made him I ain't a star I'm way farther with the constelations Contemplating suicide like it's a DVD Lost inside my mind it's a prison homie leave me be You can see me bleed, I be with the freaks and geeks Bitch I never miss a beat, I'm Charlie Conway, triple deke Gordon Bombay in these streets Ballin' like I'm Pistol Pete Been a beast, every word I spit rewriting history Look at what you did to me, look at what you did to me Running to the underworld with guns and set the sinners free No bitches in my circle I'm a show you the commercial I've been popping like a kernel Reading Justin Bieber's journal Treat you like a urinal Cause everybody got dead homies Said everybody got dead homies Said everybody got dead homies Said everybody got dead homies