Not Again (feat. Vinnie Paz) - Diabolic, Vinnie Paz

Ahhh ha ha haaaa…

Diabolic / Vinnie Paz

Foul Play bitch!

I got Pope John Paul in his casket turnin'

When I’m at a catholic sermon, smashed with a flask of bourbon

Dashing in a black suburban, passing, swervin'

Crash n' burnin', like attacks from Iraq insurgents

But now I’m back determined to have some virgins

Taking face shots like Botox, I’m a plastic surgeon

Not your average person, coz' this cash I’m earnin'

Got me riding dirty like the mastered version of my tracks with cursing

The illest cat for certain, too perverted to mention

In a class by myself like internal suspension

I’m terminal spreadin' through you’re chest and ribs

Till the song’s stuck in ya' head and gives you less than a month left to live

Infect the kids, I love to poison minds

Got hoes bending over backwards like double jointed spines

I’m at the point in time where I don’t give a flying fuck

And if I get fired up you get you’re jaw wired shut

And it’s…

Mic check, one, two, we back on the block again

Body in the trunk, somebody’s gettin' shot again

Fist full of haze, stomach full of Heineken

My bitch put the radio on, «No not again!»

We want that real shit, somethin' i can feel shit

You know the gutter shit, fuck all that other shit

That go to war shit, kickin' in the door shit

Diabolic, Vinnie Paz;

yeah that raw shit

Ayo D, you the foulest muthafucka around

Anyone who got a beef with us get stuck with the pound

That’s regardless if they hate us or fuck with the sound

And regardless if they’re ravers or they come from up-town

I don’t care who get stuck, black, white, Spanish, anybody

My weaponry a left buck and a mini shottie

I don’t discriminate, Pazienza blazin' people

I kill you’re dog and eat him up like i was Asian people

Me and Diabolic similar to haze and diesel

It’s straight to the head and stick inside the veins of people

And Pazienza too intelligent, my brain’ll eat you

My bitch stay strapped, even Vinnie’s dame is lethal

I did a little bid for taking fuckin change from people

But Diabolic did the muthafuckin same, we equal

That’s why people call the two of us insanely evil

And that’s why people call the two of us insanely evil

I scream «Allahu Akbar, murder murder, kill kill»

In the same sentence that’s why I’m incredibly ill

We better rebuild, and put the muthafuckin pope in prison, (hahahaa)

For practicing remote control socialism

But i ain’t mean to get political on this shit

So give me a forty-ouncer, pass the muthafuckin' buscuit

And do some type of shit i did that i don’t wan' re-visit

You better tell the c-cypha that they gone need ballistics

So keep you distance, coz' me and Vinnie, we the sickest

We’ll make you sleep with fishes like tsunamis from the East Pacific

I keep a spliff lit, guzzling this Belvedere

Chase it with a twelve of beer, and heaven fell, hell is here

Hell yeah i smell you’re fear, and I’m you’re fearless leader

With lyrics deeper than the crater left in Hiroshima

So if you love hip-hop but saw the spirit leave ya

Me and Vinnie thought we’d bring it back here to see’ya!