Diabolic
Dank in my system, creepin´on a late night-
drumtight, stalker, down wit´Johnny Walker-
mesmerize a victim with a blade from the pentry/
Ten keyz, and U wouldnt want the part as my enemy,
kush is my remedy, competition? Dont pretend to be,
i mold ya with a concrete serenade, step n get played,yo-
Wicked with tha meal-ticket, rob ya if i gotta gank ya/ thank ya/
hit that raggakey like shabba rank ya/ puff on tha dank ya-
More than you ever know, girlfriend, turn around let me spank ya/
Geed up, smoked out up in dis muthaphukka-
locced to the membrane, Ten Keyz be tha name-
Yeah, still a playah and i aintz 2 be turning round, backin´down,
fuck around you´ll hear that clappin´sound, if i juz´dial some digitz
i getz hooked up with a piece from my nigguz´
Gloc 19, slim- and aint no negociation- im
diabolic in thiz bitch, contrary to heavensent revelation,
obliged to my hiphopnation, you dont want no confrontation im
lacin´tha hot rhymestylez as a confirmation, on probation an´thatz real-
but if you aint committing no crime, your chances double-
im just a mothafucka that cant stay out of trouble...
Scandinavian damien, aint no erasin´these voices inside of my cranium,
and itz way more than a gimmick, its breaking my balls and i aint being cynik.
Im a rider on the storm, my format aint nevah being thorn,
sippin´Beefeater to get my insides warm, emcees get alarmed
and its ironic- I aint never asked for turning out to be this diabolic...