Oh ya'll motherfuckers thought it was over huh?
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But it's not.
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You didn't count on the fallen angel getting back into the grace of God and coming after you.
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Ya'll niggas ain't shit.
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Your producers ain't shit.
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Your fuckin A & R ain't shit.
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I'll fuckin wipe my ass with your demo deal.
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Yo, Diabolic. Take this motherfucker's head OFF!
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[Diabolic:]
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Go ahead and grip glocks
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I'll snap your trigger finger in six spots
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You'll have to lip lock with hypodermic needles to lick shots
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I'll watch you topple flat
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Put away your rings and holla back
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Can't freestyle, you're screwed off the top like bottle caps
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Beneath the surface, I'm over heating your receiver circuits
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By unleashing deeper verses than priests speak in churches
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What you preach is worthless
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Your worship defeat the purpose
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Like President Bush taking bullets for the Secret Service
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Beyond what ya'll fathom
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I shit on cats and jaw tap 'em
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Show no compassion like having a straight faced orgasm
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Tour jack 'em, have his half a ten bitch suck my friend's dick
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In the mean time, you can French kiss this clenched fist
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Diabolic, a one man brigade spreading cancer plague
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Fist fucking a pussy's face, holding a hand grenade
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So if I catch you bluffin'
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Faggot, you're less than nothing
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I just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction
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[Immortal Technique:]
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You motherfuckers are nothing, you cannot harm me
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I'll resurrect every aborted baby and start an army
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Storm the planet, hunting you down, 'cause I'm on a mission
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To split your body into a billion one-celled organisms
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Immortal Technique willll destroy your religion, you stupid bitch
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You're faker than blue-eyed crackers nailed to a crucifix
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I'm 'bout to blow up like NASA challenger computer chips
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Arsenic language transmitted revolutionary
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I'm like time itself, I'm gonna kill you inevitabely
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Chemically bomb you, fuck using a chrome piece
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I'm illmatic, you won't make it home like Jerome's niece
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I'll sever your head diagonally for thinking of dissing me
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And the use your dead body to write my name in calligraphy
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This puppet democracy, brain washed, just psychology
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So you're nothing like diversity without equality
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And your crew is full of more faggots that Greek Mythology
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Using numerology, to count the people I sent to heaven
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Produces more digits than twenty-two divided by seven
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You're like Kevin Spacey, your style is usually suspect
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You never killed a cop, you're not a motherfucking thug yet
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Your mind is empty and spaceous
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Like the part of the brain that appreciates culture interracist
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Face it, you're too basic
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You're never gonna make it
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Like children walking through Antarctica, butt-naked
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Diabolical
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Immortal Technique |