| I step on stage looking like a lumberjack from east Vermont
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| Killing the whole underground like tunnel rats in Vietnam
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| Y’all are fucking wack shut your trap when we perform
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| Fuck your raps, I’m in back puffing wax with Cheech and Chong
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| Girls everywhere, front to back in cheetah thongs
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| Rumps as fat as Nia Long’s or some of that Latina porn
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| They want my seed, they love the fact my semen forms
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| Inside their uterus and becomes a rapper’s demon spawn
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| So pack your weed in bongs feel the vibe and break a sweat
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| Chill reclining waiting for that psilocybin to take effect
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| Cloud nine this silver lining’s the greatest yet
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| But if you ain’t saying yes I’m the illest rhyming save your breath
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| Whoever’s waving TECs I’m killing guys with bayonets
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| No one you know sprays unless they’re filling nines with Nasonex
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| Wait a sec I’m just killing time making threats
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| Today I get to murder these space cadets like Jason X
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| Place your bets will I live the dream and be the goat
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| Or do I have to flip a scheme ‘bout triple beams and ki’s of coke
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| Do I need to boast ‘bout limousines and legal notes
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| Hey, what if I skateboard in skinny jeans and eat a roach
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| How about being dope and intravenous lethal dose
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| To give the fiends whose inner demons didn’t see what means the most
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| That’s my team’s approach, did our thing and run the shit
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| Sipping drinks, puffing spliffs, middle fingers up like this.
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| Diabolic in the place to be
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| Party people nobody’s fucking with me, I said
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| Diabolic in the place to be
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| Emcees nobody’s fucking with me, come on
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| Diabolic in the place to be
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| B-boys nobody’s fucking with me, I said
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| Diabolic in the place to be
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| Let them know nobody’s fucking with me, nah
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| Yo, I’m about to quit, I’m giving up, I hate the scene
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| ‘Cause fake friends are switching up it isn’t what they make it seem
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| So here’s a dick to suck, lick my nuts and taint between
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| My ballsack and asshole it’s been a month since they’ve been cleaned
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| And I don’t give a fuck I’m twisting up this strain of green
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| In the cut liquored up with a slut I reign supreme
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| And I don’t need to spend a million bucks to chase the dream
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| ‘Cause my dick’s enough to make bitches blush like Maybelline
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| I just make up schemes stunting bitch stacking gwap
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| That’s word to the custom fitted platinum watch I haven’t got
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| My life has sucked a bit a struggle with a tragic plot
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| But who cares I’m loving it double fisting 'Gnac and Scotch
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| Bag of pot on some other shit an astronaut
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| Abducting chicks all aboard the mothership to planet rock
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| My DJ’s running shit we pack the spot
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| More nights ‘round tables than the government in Camelot
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| I ain’t clapping shots or cutting bricks for crack to cop
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| Pushed the Geto Boys like a publicist for Rap-a-Lot
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| I’m the aftershock of Rakim, G Rap and Pac
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| Upper echelon, to me Travis Scott’s a laughing stock
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| Among other up-and-coming rappers that just dropped
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| Luckily for y’all it don’t matter if you’re wack or not
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| All that matters is the fashion on your Magnavox
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| Having gwap and flashing, I am living in a paradox
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| It has to stop so I’ma smoke chugging Bud Light
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| And fuck up more relationships than Joe Budden’s love life
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| Haters flip, all these pole hugging cunts might
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| Get vaginoplasty pussies so fucking uptight.
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| Diabolic in the place to be
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| Party people nobody’s fucking with me, I said
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| Diabolic in the place to be
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| Emcees nobody’s fucking with me, come on
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| Diabolic in the place to be
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| B-boys nobody’s fucking with me, I said
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| Diabolic in the place to be
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| Tell Kweli nobody’s fucking with me, nah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lumberjack , by - Diabolic. Song from the album The Disconnect, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп