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diabolic - you won't lyrics

“f-ck that, look at him, he’s nothing. the guy’s a piece of sh-t.”
“you got a cigarette?”
“jesus christ, you k!lled, you f-ckin-a k!lled him, he’s dead”

haha, diabolic, asmatic, cop shop, breath easy productions
we putting it down
triple optix, falling angels, foul play
we ain’t f-cking around

[verse 1:]

all i hear is cats runnin’ off at the mouth
when they don’t know what the f-ck they talkin’ about
and bolic show y’all, busting off a gat or two
‘til i catch a few bullets and throw ‘em back at you
don’t believe me, holla at me when you’re p-ssing thru
1huntington station, 16th and new york avenue
i’ll be there drunk, making fun of their songs
and ran for ‘em like h.i.v. airborn
i stand strong giving y’all f-ggots the truth
clowning cats over what asmatic produced
see bolic never hesitate to say that you’re wack
give my opinion, but now i’m a hater for that
in my mind all i’m doing is stating the facts
that i don’t believe sh-t that you say in your raps
but i can’t lie dawg, i’m still playing your tracks
so i can get a good laugh at the way that you act

chorus:

you won’t, do the sh-t you say in your songs
ain’t n0body here playing along
you won’t, do sh-t about me saying it
i’m diabolic, who the f-ck you think you playing with
[2x]

[verse 2:]

okay, yo, i smoke a pack a day, plus eight blunts
with the breath control of eight lungs attached to the same tongue
i ate crumbs, paid dues, and made moves
then made your wife give me p-ssy and brain too
if you meet me, i ain’t no shameless actor
i’ll go from your favorite rapper to most hated after
i ain’t faking jacks to gain a fan base
i’m drinkin’ patron, spittin’ in a fan’s face
i can’t take all these cats ?? and watch <–(?) ‘til i make them buy my album then buy me a shot i’ve got my hands full of cards you can’t pull so i pop sh-t, like ja rule’s stool sample i laugh at hype, ’cause when i grab the mic i got these p-ssies on my d-ck like hermaphrodites you f-ggots write lies when you go in the booth well i’m right here drunk still knowing the truth [chorus] [verse 3:] i don’t know what’s worse, eminem sayin’ some thug raps or having to deal with mace makin’ a comeback everybody touch gats, and have to say they pull it couldn’t bust a shot, ej-cul-ting bullets now the game’s alligator shirts and trucker hats and i’m on the sideline, like what the f-ck is that you’ll get stuck for stacks, yeah i’ll run your pockets now go tell all your friends you got sunk by bolic gotta gun then pop it, if not stop lying i never believe you’d actually pop iron i don’t give a f-ck like a prost-tute if you claim to c-ck and shoot with cops in hot pursuit i’m the top recruit, taking over the game you don’t know sh-t about me, all you know is my name diabolic, mothaf-ckers know i’ve been raw when i begin tour do a cop shop in store [chorus]

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