Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Not Again, artist - Diabolic. Date of issue: 27.01.2015
Song language: English
Not Again |
| I got pope John Paul in his casket turning |
| When I’m at a Catholic sermon smashed with a flask of bourbon |
| Dashing in a black suburban, passing, swervin' |
| Crashin', burnin' like attacks from Iraq insurgents |
| But now I’m back, determined to have some virgin |
| Taking face shots like botox from a plastic surgeon |
| Not your average person, cause this cash I’m earning |
| Got me riding dirty like the mastered version of my tracks with cursing |
| The illest cat for certain, too perverted to mention |
| In a class by myself like internal suspension |
| I’m terminal, spreading through your chest and ribs |
| 'til the song’s stuck in your head and gives you less than a month left to live |
| Infect the kids, I love to poison minds |
| Got hoes bending over backwards like double-jointed spines |
| I’m at the point in time where I don’t give a flying fuck |
| And if I get fired up you get your jaw wired shut |
| And it’s |
| Mic check, one two, we back on the block again |
| Body in the trunk, somebody’s getting shot again |
| Fist full of haze, stomach full of Heineken |
| My bitch put the radio on — No, not again! |
| We want that real shit, something I can feel shit |
| You know the gutter shit, fuck all that other shit |
| That go to war shit, kicking in the door shit |
| Diabolic, Vinnie Paz, yeah, that raw shit |
| Ayo D, you the foulest motherfucker around |
| Anyone who got a beef with us get stuck with the pound |
| That’s regardless if they haters or they fuck with the sound |
| And regardless if they ravers or they come from uptown |
| I don’t care who gets stuck — Black, white, Spanish, anybody |
| My weaponry a left hook and a mini shottie |
| I don’t discriminate, Pazienza blazing people |
| I’ll kill your dog and eat him up like I was Asian people |
| Me and Diabolic similar to haze and diesel |
| It’s straight to the head and stick inside the veins of people |
| And Pazienza too intelligent, my brain’ll eat you |
| My bitch stay strapped — even Vinnie dame is lethal |
| I did a little bid for taking fucking change from people |
| But Diabolic did the motherfuckin' same, we equal |
| That’s why people call the two of us insanely evil |
| And that’s why people call the two of us insanely evil |
| I scream «Allahu Akbar, murder murder. |
| kill kill» |
| In the same sentence, that’s why I’m incredibly ill |
| We better rebuild, and put the motherfuckin' pope in prison |
| For practicing remote-control socialism |
| But I ain’t mean to get political on this shit |
| So give me a forty-ounce and pass the motherfuckin' biscuit |
| And do some type of shit I did that I don’t wanna revisit |
| Y’all better tell the C-cypher that they gonna need ballistics |
| So keep your distance, cause me and Vinnie? |
| We the sickest |
| We’ll make you sleep with fishes like tsunamis from the east Pacific |
| I keep a spliff lit, guzzling this Belvedere |
| Chase it with a twelve of beer, and heaven fell, hell is here |
| Hell yeah, I smell your fear, and I’m your fearless leader |
| With lyrics deeper than the crater left in Hiroshima |
| So if you love Hip-Hop but saw the spirit leave ya |
| Me and Vinnie thought we’d bring it back here to see ya |