Danimal Lector, Diabolic - Antisocial lyrics
[Danimal Lector, Diabolic - Antisocial lyrics]
I don't know you from a hole in the wall
So bye bye mirror, mirror who's the dopest
Of all? Why lie?
Lookie lookie, pussy wussy, it's him again
Time to get rid of the middle man
Give me a minute, I'm a finish them
Synonym for winnin'
With Ritalin dripping rhythms
Kickin' so much ass I broke the
Fucking branches off these Timbalands
You're witnessing a man who finally lost it
Aw shit fuck a co-sign I'm on my boss shit
Faggot motherfuckers catch a broom in
The ass for bad behavior
D-Lect style, code name: Vlad, the Impaler
No average player, I'mma stunt
I'll catch you later and it's CT all day
'til they bring back the fucking Waylers
Must I remind them I'm grinding? Stop me, ho
On fire, I should motherfucking drop and roll
I'm a weirdo, but honest, though
Give me six feet to lay six deep
Bitch, please, I gotta go
I'm only one step away from going postal
That's gotta be the reason I'm so antisocial
So I suggest that you do as you're told to
GET THE fuck BACK, man, I don't know you
I hustled hard, stacks of paper
Got this label started
Played the market, set my sights high
Sprayed the target they say I'm heartless
Bordering on sacrilegious
When y'all the ones that sold your
Soul to go from rags to
Riches That's why I'm acting vicious
As a rabid pit is
Smacking bitches that refers to rap as
If you have it twisted
Now back to business, fuck that
Lets motivate
Don't debate, I captured the essence
There's no escape
Closed the gate, produced the solo
And the musics loco
Tattoo my logo on Riff Raff
Now do some promo
Art of Rap, Ice T, peace to you and Coco
The only thing these Soulja Boy's
Will ever shoot is promos
Zoom in slo-mo, focus frames
It's open game to roast a lame
With a flamethrower, fans will go insane
I hold the pain I overcame close
And drove the slain
The most acclaimed lyricist there is and
You don't know his name
I'm only one step away from going postal
That's gotta be the reason I'm so antisocial
So I suggest that you do as you're told to
GET THE fuck BACK, man, I don't know you
So bye bye mirror, mirror who's the dopest
Of all? Why lie?
Lookie lookie, pussy wussy, it's him again
Time to get rid of the middle man
Give me a minute, I'm a finish them
Synonym for winnin'
With Ritalin dripping rhythms
Kickin' so much ass I broke the
Fucking branches off these Timbalands
You're witnessing a man who finally lost it
Aw shit fuck a co-sign I'm on my boss shit
Faggot motherfuckers catch a broom in
The ass for bad behavior
D-Lect style, code name: Vlad, the Impaler
No average player, I'mma stunt
I'll catch you later and it's CT all day
'til they bring back the fucking Waylers
Must I remind them I'm grinding? Stop me, ho
On fire, I should motherfucking drop and roll
I'm a weirdo, but honest, though
Give me six feet to lay six deep
Bitch, please, I gotta go
I'm only one step away from going postal
That's gotta be the reason I'm so antisocial
So I suggest that you do as you're told to
GET THE fuck BACK, man, I don't know you
I hustled hard, stacks of paper
Got this label started
Played the market, set my sights high
Sprayed the target they say I'm heartless
Bordering on sacrilegious
When y'all the ones that sold your
Soul to go from rags to
Riches That's why I'm acting vicious
As a rabid pit is
Smacking bitches that refers to rap as
If you have it twisted
Now back to business, fuck that
Lets motivate
Don't debate, I captured the essence
There's no escape
Closed the gate, produced the solo
And the musics loco
Tattoo my logo on Riff Raff
Now do some promo
Art of Rap, Ice T, peace to you and Coco
The only thing these Soulja Boy's
Will ever shoot is promos
Zoom in slo-mo, focus frames
It's open game to roast a lame
With a flamethrower, fans will go insane
I hold the pain I overcame close
And drove the slain
The most acclaimed lyricist there is and
You don't know his name
I'm only one step away from going postal
That's gotta be the reason I'm so antisocial
So I suggest that you do as you're told to
GET THE fuck BACK, man, I don't know you