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diabolic & vanderslice - think of that lyrics

[intro]
hahaha
y’all ain’t sh-t
motherf-ckin’ diabolic, vanderslice
we collude to take this motherf-cker over
i don’t give a f-ck what y’all think

[verse 1]
this sh-t is madness, got so many of these little b-st-rds
on my coattails they ripped the fabric on my winter jacket
i could sit here and list the cats spitting wack sh-t
but it would take longer to finish that sh-t than the ‘middle p-ssage’
so i’m sitting back and thinking what to rhyme about
off the top like the hair follicles on talib’s scalp
in his momma’s house with my feet up on the couch
burning trees like napalm in laos ’til i get cotton mouth
then i’m out, ’bout to go in every spot
playing fetty wap and make them throw on some freddie fox
i don’t need any props i don’t already got
so shove your gucci belt and fendi socks up your penny slot
’til the wedgie is so deadly to your sweaty tw-t
the doc gives you a pap like remi ma, nah lemme stop
i’m known on every block, while you smoking reggie pot
at home making enemies on the web like eddie brock
henny shots while i’m recording got my body organs
polymorphing to a wave length that cause tsunami warnings
but y’all be snoring that’s why bolic’s posse forming
got a leg up like daniel crane kicking johnny lawrence
the way miyagi taught it ’cause if you have the heart
rapping starts to open doors like raptors in jur-ssic park
but y’all are wack and only act the part
that’s why we skip what you say like you’re mumbling to shannon sharpe

[hook]
been a long time luckily the king is back
on the throne drinking jack, no puppet strings attached
just some peasants clinging to my ding-a-ling and sack
att-tude’s still f-ck you, what you think of that?
i do my godd-mn thing, what you think of that?
let these br-ss b-lls swing, what you think of that?
i’m the motherf-ckin’ king, what you think of that?
what you think of that, b-tch? what you think of that?

[verse 2]
i deserve dom p poured for me slow
on last night’s first cl-ss flight to puerto rico
then we go private jet to board at heathrow
to snorkel by a coral reef while i wore a speedo
that’s just how they lie to normal people
and why my alter ego formed, born in vitro
importing kilos of raw for corporate credos
too busy trying to wh-r- the culture to make sure the seeds grow
but what does he know? bolic’s like a troglodyte
neanderthal trapped in solid ice, who let him on the mic?
save the drama fights and gossip for your blogger sites
if you don’t like my sh-t your momma might, so i’m a’ight
bolic’s life wasn’t bubblebaths and lemonade
nothing uppercl-ss, doctors understaffed on medicaid
now this renegade is touching cash and getting paid
with fans behind me like hovercrafts in the everglades
yesterday i squeezed guns with infrared
so save the horse sh-t you say for reruns of mister ed
bolic’s sicker than theee hundred living dead
priests, nuns and midgets spread in threesomes with chicken heads
i grew up where police come in with feds
freedom gets rip to shreds, they feed them prescription meds
i don’t believe a word these punks and b-tches said
’cause when their skin is shed they’re just geeks from the interweb

- diabolic vanderslice lyrics

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