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carlton banks (jus allah diss) - diabolic lyrics

[extended verse]
“a guest in hip-hop”, “white devil” i am morningstar
and you’ve been listening to too much lord jamar with corny bars
all you are’s a common loudmouth who p-ssed out
in puke on block mccloud’s couch i’ll knock this clown out
at his momma’s townhouse where he dreams of dropping hits
about squeezing glocks and fictional crimes he will not commit
in real life this old weak dishonest b-tch
won’t go to philly shows ‘cause he knows reef will rock his sh-t
peeped your ‘bolic diss you small fry weakling
that song’s not even by a long shot decent
stop dreaming rather hear alarm clocks beeping
sounds like the cookie monster gargled bomshot’s s-m-n screaming

[imitating jus allah]
“no joking i am hulk hogan in slow motion
i am god of pole smoking with my holes open
i am a b-m couch surfing in hoboken
no tokens for the bus got home row boating”

[continues]
no this old broken ho’s at home sulking
crying himself to sleep watching vinnie paz on joe rogan
they won’t book the battle ‘cause you’re known for no showing
and scared of me choke holding you ‘til you’re throat’s closing
soul floating to the pit where demons rule
for every chick that he was cool with who he physically abused
the meanest man alive is a b-tch but he’s a dude
throwing fits and being rude he is visibly confused
and history will prove you were washed up before
you beat up every c-ck sucking wh-r- who popped up on tour
you are not tough at all the guy who got drunk and falls
you always got snuffed never rocked someone’s jaw
diabolic’s not the one to horse around with
i will drag you up a caucus mountain by your scalp and toss ya down it
then find your dead corpse chop the head off and mount it
right above my fireplace with kweli and all the countless
bodies i have caught but right now you’re living proof
that you ain’t been sh-t since you were in a group with vin and stoupe
been a goof since nas tripped and chipped his tooth
can’t flow all 10 of your fans know it’s the truth
but you’re rambo in the booth you corny
i got beef with technique he’d still swing on you for me
true story move toward me and it’s oops shorty
sorry i got his blood on the shirt that you bought me
in new york we stay battling you sound doo doo
i k!ll former jedi anakin with count dooku
wow who knew every rapper in your town views you
as a clown that won’t stop babbling about dudes who
left you in the dust must stress you and it sucks
but that’s no excuse to hang from blood vessels in my nuts
jus you’re not on my level but we are both the same race
you’re whiter than the sk-nky metal head hoes you date rape
i’m with playmates sparking some dank
then sharpened a shank-and stuck it in carlton banks
what kind of artist can’t even harness the strength
to write a chorus so you left that part of it blank
that sh-t is garbage simple fact i made it off a hidden track
and jedi mind tricks would be fine if you didn’t rap
exhibit a while you’re online in the chat
i could go to any show where vin is at and the sh-t is packed
i see how bitter that makes you when we interact
with people watching ‘cause you’ll be forgotten in a minute flat
didn’t stack living with your moms in a shack
so this is charity i’m giving back b-tch

[chorus x2]
f-ck jus allah with his idioms and cliches
can’t write chorus so he just lets the beat play
always talking sh-t like a b-tch every weekday
run up on you at your next show slap your dj

[shoutouts]

- diabolic lyrics

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