[Intro]
Right, now you listen to me boy. You can take this as a warning or a piece of advice, anyway you want it. You and your friends keep on playing punk games here's how we’re gonna land on you – hard. You understand?

[Verse 1: Diabolic]
I got a dutch I can twist this purple up in
Was in the lab burning something 'fore the idea occurred to Bunsen
Never spit a verse that wasn't worth discussing
Nasty as the bile in a person’s stomach that a surgeon's pumping
Murder is my first assumption like insurgent gunmen
Cops bring the whole SWAT team just to serve a summons
Fuck rap, I'd rather be a worthless drunken jerk who works construction
Still die flier than Thurman Munson
Get turned to dust and ashes stuffed in caskets
By some hungry savages in masks asking where where the fucking cash is
I hate rappers, they're a bunch of faggots
Ain't bustin' ratchets
I won't say nothin', that bitch on their mother’s mattress
I had a troubled past with nothing lavish
You only cross the bears to fake Jesus piece hitting your bubble jackets
Used to run in traffic tagging underpasses
Y’all won't see the light till the muzzle flashes like some Russian captives
So fuck the world and every other planet with a sun and gases NASA claims a lifeform must inhabit
I’ll fly a rocket ship there but I ain't coming back if soil's ideal for cannabis like Stoupe production matched it
Cut my fabric from a different cloth benchmark
Shroud of Turin turned into a vest hard as Kevlar
Could take fire from the Deathstar
Fly and leave a depth charge
Hitting near the center like a left guard
Templar decsendents with a needle stand
Injecting flouride in my pineal gland but I still see the plan
I see demons cross breeding with machine and man
The beast'll brand and all I need’s a gram of this illegal plant
[Chorus: Diabolic]
I see the light from the dark side
And it's still a far cry from the skeletons in my archives
That's why I drink away the pain and spark loud and let it be
Wipe the memory from my hard drive
I see the light from the dark side
And it's still a far cry from the skeletons in my archives
That's why I drink away the pain and spark loud and let it be
Wipe the memory from my hard drive

[Verse 2: Nems]
Yeah!
The gang be mobbing through the city, boy
Hopped out the pussy ?mobbed duece? and go get it, boy
Take my Tims out the box and scuff 'em up before I put 'em on my feet (Why?)
'Cause I ain't never been no pretty boy
And we let the tongue hang out
She washed that dress three times, can't get the cum stains out
And we let the guns bang out
Homie, you almost forty sleeping on your mother's couch
I put my dick all the way down your mother's mouth
No point fighting someone already losing (Why?)
'Cause from a distance people can't tell and start confusing
My right hook give out multiple contusions
And don't believe the 'Gram homie, it's all an illusion
And when it comes to beef, these rappers, they don't be shooting
I kill any beat even if I don't like it
She gave you the pussy once and then you wifed it
I'm putting Snapchat filters on my face
Doing the doggy in the mirror when I pipe it
There's nothin' like it
Live from Rikers, it's the lifers
Gorilla motherfucking Nems, yeah righteous
[Chorus: Diabolic]
I see the light from the dark side
And it's still a far cry from the skeletons in my archives
That's why I drink away the pain and spark loud and let it be
Wipe the memory from my hard drive
I see the light from the dark side
And it's still a far cry from the skeletons in my archives
That's why I drink away the pain and spark loud and let it be
Wipe the memory from my hard drive