Piss and Vinegar - Diabolic

I’m a grown man still full of piss and vinegar

More sinister than Satan possessing a Christian minister

I twist the indica, spitting the shit to finish ya

‘Cause life’s a bitch, I convinced to let me stick my dick in her

My first assignment’s rhyming with perfect timing

Finding the words describing what’s driving a person climbing

Required to spit fire, the fire that burns inside him

Is even more berserk than meteors and Earth colliding

But I’ve been converting a feeling, cursed and violent

With others lost like Jack on that deserted island

I’m trapped, making noise when all I heard was silence

Now worshipped like my birth was sliding through a virgin hymen

I vibe with lower classes, rose from smoking ashes

So cold, when solar flashes explode, I froze the gases

(On top of the world) Reverse the polar axis

'Til both of Atlas' shoulders crack into broken fragments

I roam the planet, find dough and rock the mic with

A captive audience—my live show’s a hostage crisis

So tell these fools the jewels I drop are priceless

Combine the righteous side with my demonic likeness

To bless you unless you fake when lenses zooming

Starved for attention like anorexic cadets saluting

I just kept it moving, the movement’s a revolution

‘Cause Illuminati views my body as less than human

(They're shooting) The proof’s when bullets are fired at ya

And they’re flying faster than rockets Nazis supplied to NASA

This the final chapter, that deciding factor

Back to get it cracking like chiropractors with spinal fractures

Cyphers under streetlights, party on the rooftop

Boondocks with my goons, beats on my boombox

(Rock on!) ‘Til the break of dawn when the dude drops

You already know the flow, so here we go

Cyphers under streetlights, party on the rooftop

Boondocks with my goons, beats on my boombox

(Rock on!) ‘Til the break of dawn when the dude drops

You already know the flow, so here we go

Go find a rapper spitting as dope as this shit

I’ll show you a Muslim Jew become a Jehovah’s Witness

So tell your friends and foes, hoes and bitches

I’ll move so many units, iTunes gets motion sickness

From social misfits living as cold and vicious

As prehistoric creatures preserved in frozen liquids

We don’t roll with sixes to visit the road to riches

But I’ve driven getaway from heights in a stolen Civic

I’d skate, then lay low as Jakes go patrol the district

Getting blown by overprivileged hoes who drove Eclipses

(I live this) While Rocky glamorized doing Molly

And I’ll probably lose somebody tonight to blues and oxys

I’m like an alien inside a human body

Been nice since Giuliani was prosecuting Gotti

I might use a shottie, a knife, and even razors

To slice these vegan skaters precise as beaming lasers

With spite, a freak of nature on mics, I’m homicidal

I’ll follow primal urges to murder when dropping vinyl

I read demonic bibles, drinking holy water

Then piss on the deals Interscope and Sony offer

I got a cult following full of lonely stalkers

Who’d shoot the president so they could fuck Jodie Foster

This for the orphaned kids whose home’s a battle fortress

Where bullets to the head are dying of natural causes

Not for the corporate corn chips who want to pass the torches

To kids as corny as Mac Miller and Asher Roth is

Imagine what would happen if I was that supported

They’d travel towards it like the Sun pulling a planet’s orbit

The game’s that distorted—smoke and circus mirrors

Lyrics don’t matter, it’s a matter of perseverance

Since my first appearance became a classic feature

I’d kick it like I learned the crane stance from Pat Morita

I’ll smash a fashionista, snatch her platinum Visa

And make it rain codeine ‘til rappers have a seizure

Rush to Cedar Sinai, giving anesthesia

While I’m going in your pockets and boosting a bag of reefer

This will not stop ‘til I’ll rock a packed arena

And I’m bigger than the fucking wine mixer in Catalina

Here’s the thing: it’s the Catalina fucking wine mixer.

Okay?

POW!

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Cyphers under streetlights, party on the rooftop

Boondocks with my goons, beats on my boombox

(Rock on!) ‘til the break of dawn when the dude drops

You already know the flow, so here we go

Cyphers under streetlights, party on the rooftop

Boondocks with my goons, beats on my boombox

(Rock on!) ‘til the break of dawn when the dude drops

You already know the flow, so here we go