[Verse 1] It's the, rap diablo, macho when I drop flows Bar gets raised up, it's me and Petey Pablo Colder than gazpacho, colder than the mano Rapping head honcho rocking shows like I was Bono I go, play a couple keys on the piano The industry a lie all the promises were hollow Follow, me I could show you where we be's at How's I get my g pass, none of your fucking beeswax Thes raps, bring these joints together like a kneecap Fuck the little 8 balls show me where the keys at The time continuum, Mortal Kombat finish them Tryna find a balace reaching from my equilibrium Fools I pity them, I'm not a human I'm amphibian Fake superhero like the Mystery Men I ain't saving nothin' I'm gettin' faded to the angels come and skipping the famous functions The A list can't be trusted I strong arm them like I play the trumpet The bottom barrel of society I tell my bitch if she don't love me then just lie to me I'm finer than the winery Take it from the rich this is piracy Finally, I don't even need my fucking eyes to see Come and die with me
[Hook] Cus everybody got dead homies Said everybody got dead homies Said everybody got dead homies Said everybody got dead homies
[Verse 2] My mind is Yoda I'm on Ayatollah These other rapper just a diet soda I find Jehova in the darkest places Empty as appartment basements This a marathon gentlemen go ahead and start the races Save the coffin spaces Don't come up missing Tell your bitch you've been trippin' now you on vacation Rapping like it's automated Lights I keep em' on like Vegas Love I'm making so hot I'm turning hog to bacon Only god can save him, I heard the monsters made him I ain't a star I'm way farther with the constelations Contemplating suicide like it's a DVD Lost inside my mind it's a prison homie leave me be You can see me bleed, I be with the freaks and geeks Bitch I never miss a beat I'm Charlie Conway, triple deke Gordon Bombay in these streets Ballin' like I'm Pistol Pete Been a beast, every word I spit rewriting history Look at what you did to me, look at what you did to me Running to the underworld with guns and set the sinners free No bitches in my circle I'm a show you the commercial I've been popping like a colonel Reading Justin Beiber's journal Treat you like a urinalTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
