Diabolic - Carlton Banks (Jus Allah RIP) lyrics

"A guest in Hip-Hop, " "white devil
" I am Morningstar
And  you’ve been listening to too much
Lord Jamar with corny bars
All  you are’s a common
Loudmouth who passed out
In puke on Block McCloud’s couch
I’ll knock this clown out
At his momma’s townhouse where he
Dreams of dropping hit's
About  squeezing Glocks and fictional crimes
He will not commit
(Word)   In real life, this old, weak
Dishonest bitch
Won’t go to Philly shows ‘cause he
Knows Reef will rock his shit
Peeped  your ‘Bolic diss
You small-fry weakling
That song’s not even by a long shot decent
Stop dreaming rather hear
Alarm clocks beeping
Sounds like the Cookie Monster
Gargled Bomshot’s semen, screaming

"No  joking, I am Hulk Hogan in slow motion
I am God of pole-smoking with my holes open
I am a bum couch-surfing in Hoboken
No tokens for the bus, got home rowboating"

No, this old, broken ho’s at home sulking
Crying himself to sleep watching Vinnie
Paz on Joe Rogan
They won’t book the battle ‘cause
You’re known for no-showing
And scared of me chokeholding you
‘til your throat’s closing
Soul floating to the pit where demons rule
For every chick that he was cool
With who he physically abused
The meanest man alive is a
Bitch but he’s a dude
Throwing fit's and being rude
He is visibly confused
And history will prove you
Were washed up before
You beat up every cocksucking whore
Who popped up on tour
You are not tough at all
The guy who got drunk and falls
You always got snuffed
Never rocked someone’s jaw
Diabolic’s not the one to horse around with
I will drag you up a Caucus mountain by
Your scalp and toss ya down it
Then find your dead corpse
Chop the head off and mount it
Right above my fireplace with Kweli
And all the countless
Bodies I have caught, but, right now
You’re living proof
That you ain’t been shit since you were
In a group with Vin and Stoupe
Been a goof since Nas tripped
And chipped his tooth
Can’t flow all ten of your
Fans know it’s the truth

But, you’re Rambo in the booth, you corny
I got beef with Technique
He’d still swing on you for me
True story: move toward me and it’s, "Oops
Shorty sorry I got his blood on the
Shirt that you bought me"
In New York, we stay battling
You sound doo doo
I kill former Jedi Anakin with Count Dooku
Wow, who knew every rapper in
Your town views you
As a clown that won’t stop
Babbling about dudes who
Left you in the dust must
Stress you and it sucks
But that’s no excuse to hang from
Blood vessels in my nuts
Jus, you’re not on my level
But we are both the same race
You’re whiter than the skanky metal
Head hoes you date rape (White boy)
I’m with playmates sparking some dank
Then sharpened a shank and stuck
It in Carlton Banks
What kind of artist can’t
Even harness the strength
To write a chorus? So you left
That part of it blank
That shit is garbage simple fact: I
Made it off a hidden track
And Jedi Mind Tricks would be
Fine if you didn’t rap
Exhibit A: while you’re online in the chat
I could go to any show where Vin
Is at and the shit is packed
I see how bitter that makes
You when we interact
With people watching ‘cause you’ll be
Forgotten in a minute flat
Didn’t stack living with your moms in a shack
So this is charity I’m giving back, bitch

Fuck Jus Allah with his idioms and clichés
Can’t write a chorus so he
Just let the beat play
Always talking shit like a
Bitch every weekday
Run up on you at your next show, slap your DJ

Ha ha hahahahaaa! Yo, Reef, what up?
Vinnie Paz, what up? Apathy, Esoteric
Army of the Pharaohs, what up? Yo
Jus, suck my motherfucking dick
Bitch you ain’t shit let’s tell ‘em the
Truth remember when you was out
At Openair in Switzerland and you got
So motherfucking drunk they couldn’t wake
You up before your set? And Vinnie and
Them went on without you? And
That’s the reason you got kicked out
Of Jedi Mind Tricks for
The second time? yeah, we all remember
You’re a fucking bitch yet, you’re
Out here on the internet, complaining about
How everybody’s mean to you
It’s all the white people’s fault shut the
Fuck up you’re a fucking failure
You’re a bum you end up
In bathrooms covered in
Your own puke with your
Pants around your ankles
And your dick hanging out like
A fucking ho shut the fuck up, you fucking
Cornball motherfucking Diabolic
I’m out peace