Diabolical Sound - Diabolic

Inspector Ginko: The whole underworld worries me less than a single man…

Police Chief: Diabolik

«With the diabolical sound coming through your speaker» — Sample from JuJu on

The Beatnuts — «Reign of the Tec» (x4)

Yo, brace yourself for impact.

I’m raising Hell

With syntax like Satan cast an ancient spell on this track

An angel fell, who stays compelled to spit raps

And what the majors sell, he ain’t afraid to tell you, «Shit's wack»

Now blaze an L and sit back, crack a six-pack

And sip that 'til it’s pitch-black while you chit chat

This that dark side of a psychopath

Blacking out, so we don’t see the light of the righteous path

He’ll strike as fast as lightning when titans clash

Smash your mics in half, laughing like he siphoned nitrous gas

Type of wrath from Old Testament stories told

Anything you do to me is coming back forty-fold

Forty days and forty nights, did forty shows

With shorties so horny, they want my dick in a gloryhole

So y’all should know I will murder these tracks

'Til I’m on my last leg like an amputee’s kneecap

It seems that every time I hear emcees rap

The voices in my head scream at me, saying, «He's wack!»

These cats act like bitches, their vagina sore

Like dinosaurs crawled out their cervix and their hymen tore

I’m designed for war on the Long Island shores

Swinging a rapper’s severed head by his spinal cord

In a blind rage, on a drunken tirade

As a diversion while me and Preem mastermind the crime wave

«With the diabolical sound coming through your speaker» — Sample from JuJu on

The Beatnuts — «Reign of the Tec» (x2)

Every verse I brainstorm makes hurricanes form

Wind gusts that flip trucks, raining burning napalm

Too many rappers here get on my nerves—to stay calm

Put on the radio and heard the same songs all day long

It’s mind-numbing like doctors squeezing forceps

To load my brain with Novocain in my cerebral cortex

Seasoned war vet piss on these peoples' door steps

Like, «Suck my dick soaked in three weeks of ball sweat»

My cult following shares the same perspective

They’d die for their beliefs like Dave Koresh’s in Waco, Texas

Deranged and reckless, what I say is infectious

Plus Preem is scratching 'til needles snap and break the records

The label pressed it, giving y’all the extreme

A sick fuck like sex scenes from Ed Gein’s wet dreams

I’m getting open a soul with less emotion

Cold as the cryogenic potion Walt Disney’s head is froze in

Set in motion and momentum’s building up

I can feel the rush like a vanilla Dutch filled with dust

This high class dime’s attached to my shaft

And I’m fast to get in their guts like gastric bypass

Why ask why?

I don’t bat an eyelash

And if you’re after my cash, then kiss the crack of my ass

While I drop manure and take a shot of Dewar’s

With those underground villains like Bane in Gotham sewers

«With the diabolical sound coming through your speaker» — Sample from JuJu on

The Beatnuts — «Reign of the Tec» (x2)