Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Diabolic, artist - Kung Fu Vampire. Album song Look Alive, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Kung Fu Vampire
Song language: English
Diabolic |
There’s a major breach in the world and we are it |
A malfunctioning destructive blip-on a radar? |
People put they panties in a bunch, Imna give um lip |
They slit they wrists in hopes to fix technology |
Fuckboy in a brothel, psychology says, we are a product of our environment |
there’s a hole in the ozone, radiation leaking in your fish and in your home, |
and the birds are chirping out front, but around the corner, there’s a cop |
killin these niggas for smoking a blunt and being different |
Shiftin, fuck face like on the bat of Bill Ripken |
Here is a note to the little boys and girls of the world |
Love everyday like it is your last, never look back at the past |
Fuck faith, you don’t know the half, we ain’t livin, we leavin a carbon |
footprint |
Snapchat, new app bitch, where we at? |
On a floating rock in a space, where monkey became humans, humans consuming is |
dooming Mother Earth for the purpose of gettin more cars, boats, and hoes |
Overpriced garbage like Kanye’s clothesline, just try to approach mine and |
danger happens |
Shit will go beyond rapping, it’ll get graphic, and wrapped in plastic |
I’m the one laughing at your funeral that quick |
This is a global scale version of Waco |
You’re better off drinking that purple drink when they say so |
You go on ahead and admit that it tastes great, smile for the camera then wake |
up |
The emperor is doing your makeup, they get mad if I say some |
And you wonder why the world is so cold (Bow to the Emperor) |
And you wonder why the world is so cold (Bow to the Emperor) |
And you worship me (Bow to the Emperor) |
And you worship me (Bow to the Emperor) |
Hey, where are the puppet strings? |
Need to cut 'em off to see what the world brings |
Man, just lies to me |
Man, despises me |
Runnin' our lives who lives and who dies of course |
Tryna devise a plan to entice the poor, into being better victims |
System sicks 'em catch then fish them, back in the poverty state |
Awake the souless gates can’t wait for Hell to penetrate then waste no place |
for what’s yo race |
Excepts humans in a mosh pit desire, rapid retire, the planets drifting towards |
fire |
Hell and brimstone ain’t much but hatred in ourselves |
Jail wit cells only feed you what they sell, is bullshit, pulpits, |
most intents to lynch wisdom keep us |
Stupid criticism they flinch |
The bastards they are, oh where is the bar |
They hide it so we can not reach it so far |
I scream at the stars, who listens no pause, never let up on y’all, |
cause this world is so scarred |
Their brains are ajar, the baggage break laws, they make up we follow my keys |
to my car |
So I can drive right thru they face and they cause |
No beep out for murder cause they deserve more |
Then death at they corner, no one’s left to mourn ya |
I speed out won’t warn 'em, the people’s now on 'em |
Now see you’re a goner for killin our senses, what they do is senseless, |
we run for the fences, it’s war in they vision, we have to suspend them |
From ribs hooks incisions, bleed out loss of feeling, the scale tip we get 'em |
Diabolical in 'em, 123, we sendin a message, now finish 'em |
One time had a fun time at my front door when they manipulated their way in |
Lookin at me for a conviction, we didn’t murder him |
But we almost ended up in the federal pen, flirting with a judicial system, |
within a week they try to break down my alibi, even tried to televise |
So they can persuade the jury and judge, the good people of San Jose thinking I |
am a killer cuz I’m selling good bud |
And gotta couple guns, gotta couple of friends that’s done a couple of things, |
took some laws and bent 'em up |
It’s like the continent has a parallel universe a different version of our |
stories but they interrupt |
And get intercepted by a club of pigs with more money than you |
The best honeys and a cure for aids, on the fake news |
Is this the onion dude? |
I’m highly confused, nobody givin a fuck what Confucius |
says |
Worshippin a false god, we blamin everybody, every politicer is a joke, |
Republican partly hardly Democratic, a neurotic November we didn’t vote for |
nothing we fight for something |
How the fuck is Donald Trump close to being the president, we got plenty of |
evidence more damage to the reputation of the American people |
I’mma gain some revenue, the reverend is ready to jump off the steeple |