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moon intro - diabolic lyrics

[verse 1:]

i want black ??, black ladies <--(?), my girl pack fat grillies in another words ?? ??, shorty got a fat p-ssy so stop pushin' before i beat down from the ?? gates each rhyme and the ?? spin, we gotta go thru your chin now who would lose or win when my crew was losin' and 'em screws is loosin', what point is you provin' now you can tell it when you're not plannin' on leaving won't rhyme, you sound like you stop scannin' and reading <--(?) they say i curse a lot, but i'm good at workin' tw-ts but good <--(?), the verse is hot, take 'em to that purple spot if you're tryin' to count pig fields <--(?) in that hot fire big wheels, ?? hot wire, n-gga you's a hot liar b-tch, you don't drink, you don't smoke, you don't have ? you don't bent, you don't flow, and you don't have s-x and you ain't got next, my team's in a sick position and biggie ?? sellin' dude, we screw b-tches i got the biggest d-ck, and sh-t is fit for giving st-tches and if you're chick is missin', ?? ?? gettin' kisses while i sh-t and p-ss on every loud mouth and critic i turn your b-tch black, f-ck the chronic ?? ?? [verse 2:] yo i don't give a f-ck who your crew or man's is look i got the sk!lls, i got the advantage and i don't really need to flash my -ss cheeks b-tches spittin' lines that i just spit last week and there ain't no gimmick to my ?? i'll see y'all fail while chokin' on your misery strangle a chick with a ?? ?? ?? eat sillicone n-gga, from my implants to her brain b-tches too concerned with breakin' a toe nail i've got the rap game locked up with no bail bum is the squad, bum is the lifestyle fox is spicy, you other hoes tight mouth <--(?) you high, but it ain't the same no, i spit heat like a peak of a volcano and i do this seven days a week y'all only temperary like ?? ya t--th (biatch) [verse 3:] i'm back mothaf-ckas better give me that dough if you don't give me dough back dawg, blow that mac spark back off, black cars with black dogs impact, slap back, gone ?? that ?? hughton fat <--(?) y'all, inner roots of my black thoughts cooler than a black ball, abusin' his ?? ?? check back-pack pack where my strap gon' you rap hard or biggie <--(?) sock with that strap on what part of the game is that dawg i got ball like i stay on a backboard you used to be fly like a concord <--(?) copy that friend <--(?), you don't gotta stay on guard teach you what you don't learn in the cl-ss boy you get chalked, but don't need no blackboard and i'mma came up fast dawg all ??, cancerous <--(?), my face on a p-ssport [verse 4 - diabolic:] yo, hold that thought (why), 'cause n0body likes it when i told 'em twice that i'mma poltic ice, then rose to life like the ghost of christ cold as ice, when cobras bite my soul for spite it's me against the world dawg, and i'm 'bout to throw the fight despite what i know is right, i'm jehovah's prototype gone bad, who'd bone your wife watchin' ?? who got me, two shotties, two cottie <--(?) motor bike ride or die, knives are high, lookin' for a throat to slice on the coldest night walkin', wife-beater and shorts sweatin' bullets, out-numbered, tryin' to even the score i've seen it before, alter-ego, double teaming a wh0r- beatin' it raw, while the hoe screams for the lord (oh god) i'd aim a ?? towards you, but the heat cost me a grip so i got knuckle game like i'm sweet talkin' your face don't come out your league, talkin' gun powder, please you only spit sh-lls when you're chewin' sun flower seeds (mothaf-cka) [verse 5:] i'm runnin' from the law, my rhymes stay in trouble barbwired shut doors, broke straight thru the muzzle can't catch me son, 'cause i move to fast you confused like apes when they look thru gl-ss i break mafias down, got something to teach ya speakin' not good enough, got guns that'll reach ya my pen sheds tears, lay rhymes and stencils got plenty of lead, like mechanical pencils i'm not in the mood so don't ask for commentary like beggin' n-ggas for food, when they got no ?? raise a man with no force, got palms that'll clap him f-ck interviews, you want to know me, pick up my album sell dimes to ace, got plenty [dollars <--(?) in spanish] got my finger crossed tight like [words in spanish] roll blunts when i rhyme, i stay weeded the only time you put your hood up is when your car overheated

- diabolic lyrics

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