Diabolic, Vanderslice - Think of That lyrics

Hahaha y’all ain’t shit
Motherfuckin’ Diabolic, Vanderslice
We collude to take this motherfucker over
I don’t give a fuck what y’all think

This shit is madness
Got so many of these little bastards
On my coattails they ripped the
Fabric on my winter jacket
I could sit here and list
The cats spitting wack shit
But it would take longer to finish
That shit than the ‘Middle Passage’
So I’m sitting back and thinking
What to rhyme about
Off the top like the hair
Follicles on Talib’s scalp
In his momma’s house with my
Feet up on the couch
Burning trees like napalm in Laos
’til I get cotton mouth
Then I’m out, 'bout to go in every spot
Playing Fetty Wap and make them
Throw on some Freddie Fox
I don’t need any props I don’t already got
So shove your Gucci belt and Fendi
Socks up your penny slot
’Til the wedgie is so deadly
To your sweaty twat
The doc gives you a pap like Remi Ma
Nah lemme stop i’m known on every block
While you smoking reggie pot
At home making enemies on the
Web like Eddie Brock
Henny shots while I’m recording
Got my body organs
Polymorphing to a wave length
That cause tsunami warnings
But y’all be snoring that’s
Why Bolic’s posse forming
Got a leg up like Daniel
Crane kicking Johnny Lawrence
The way Miyagi taught it 'cause
If you have the heart
Rapping starts to open doors like
Raptors in Jurassic Park
But y’all are wack and only act the part
That’s why we skip what you say
Like you’re mumbling to Shannon Sharpe

Been a long time luckily the king is back
On the throne drinking Jack
No puppet strings attached
Just some peasants clinging to
My ding-a-ling and sack
Attitude’s still fuck you
What you think of that?
I do my goddamn thing
What you think of that?
Let these brass balls swing
What you think of that?
I’m the motherfuckin’ king
What you think of that?
What you think of that
Bitch? What you think of that?

I deserve Dom P poured for me slow
On last night’s first class
Flight to Puerto Rico
Then we go private jet to board at Heathrow
To snorkel by a coral reef
While I wore a Speedo
That’s just how they lie to normal people
And why my alter ego formed, born in vitro
Importing kilos of raw for corporate credos
Too busy trying to whore the culture
To make sure the seeds grow
But what does he know?
Bolic’s like a troglodyte
Neanderthal trapped in solid ice
Who let him on the mic?
Save the drama fights and gossip
For your blogger sites
If you don’t like my shit your momma might
So I’m a'ight
Bolic’s life wasn’t bubblebaths and lemonade
Nothing upperclass
Doctors understaffed on Medicaid
Now this renegade is touching
Cash and getting paid
With fans behind me like
Hovercrafts in the Everglades
Yesterday I squeezed guns with infrared
So save the horse shit you say
For reruns of Mister Ed
Bolic’s sicker than theee hundred living dead
Priests, nuns and midgets spread in
Threesomes with chicken heads
I grew up where police come in with feds
Freedom gets rip to shreds
They feed them prescription meds
I don’t believe a word these
Punks and bitches said
'Cause when their skin is shed they’re
Just geeks from the interweb

Been a long time luckily the king is back
On the throne drinking Jack
No puppet strings attached
Just some peasants clinging to
My ding-a-ling and sack
Attitude’s still fuck you
What you think of that?
I do my goddamn thing
What you think of that?
Let these brass balls swing
What you think of that?
I’m the motherfuckin’ king
What you think of that?
What you think of that
Bitch? What you think of that?