Diabolic - Fightin Words lyrics

Check one, check two 'Bolic to the rescue
F-U-C-K the world when I step through
Got that fresh, new, real, raw, uncut
Dumbed down underground
I educate these dumb fucks
Poured out blood guts
Filled it with some lime green
Crystallized purple hairs to burn and
Share with my team
Fuck y’all cops seen the picture
On the wide screen
And the Rebel Army’ll calmly
Leave the crime scene
Exhibit A: baggy pants on
The footage live stream no hipster shit
So my dick can fit inside jeans
Nineteen Nineties shit New York's a warzone
Knock your lights out
Cut the power to your jawbone
Lord knows Diabolic's about to
Make a pit stop


Where these pussies hang like those
Pics of Little Kim's twat
Psycho with a sick plot like Alfred Hitchcock
Hip hop
Stomp you out in flip flops with gym socks

Soldiers, lace your boots up ladies
Lose your high heels
I'm not what you're used ta
Difference is I'm real
And I feel it's my job
To do something about that
Fuck the guys feeling otherwise
Meet me out back
One time (Come on) , two times (Come on)
Three times (Come on) these are Fightin Words
One time (Come on) , two times (Come on)
Three times (Come on) these are Fightin Words

Yo, check the game plan i
Don't want to shake hands
Rather see you face-plant like Weezy
On a skate ramp
Caveman missing links in my DNA strands
My supporters would slap the shit
Out Little Wayne fans
I don't like the radio i
Don't care where Jay stands
I don't Watch the Throne or
Kanye in his Ray-Bans
State champ treated like Elvis
Out in Graceland they pale in comparison
Albino to a spray tan
Fat cats, paint cans, break dance cardboard
Art form Mashed Out "How
About Some Hardcore?"
Sharp sword or razor blade
Ain't afraid to start wars hard body
Diabolic's bones’ll break a shark’s jaw
Far more raw, that "Frontline" bomb drop
Nonstop, slaughter every corn pop on top
Songs hot like your mom's
Twat feeling Sean’s cock
Full-court buzzer-beater
Winning was a longshot

Soldiers, lace your boots up ladies
Lose your high heels
I'm not what you're used ta
Difference is I'm real
And I feel it's my job
To do something about that
Fuck the guys feeling otherwise
Meet me out back
One time (Come on) , two times (Come on)
Three times (Come on) these are Fightin Words
One time (Come on) , two times (Come on)
Three times (Come on) these are Fightin Words

Soldier, move up i don't give two fucks
Who, what, when, why, where don't confuse us
Soldier, move up i don't give two fucks
Who, what, when, why
Where these are Fightin Words

DJ's ill breaks, Serato was a milk crate
Rhyme to beats on a maxi single
Mass appeal tape
Labels making stacks table scraps
On my meal plate kept it real with a record
Deal and it feels great
Kill snakes, cut throats
Strategize the utmost art of war
Paint a masterpiece with every brush stroke
Shooting for the stars crosshairs
On my gun scope
Training like Rocky Balboa with a jump rope
Chugged Colt 45
Caught a high from blunt smoke
Now Big L and Pun's ghost live
Through what I just wrote
Come close, focus on the beast as he mutates
Screw-faced like your boombox ate
My Clue tape fools shake ‘cause I booby
Trapped their escape hatch
Payback, fighting ‘til the death
In a cage match
May slap your favorite DJ until he plays that
Rare dope, hypodermic needle in the haystack

Soldiers, lace your boots up ladies
Lose your high heels
I'm not what you're used ta
Difference is I'm real
And I feel it's my job
To do something about that
Fuck the guys feeling otherwise
Meet me out back
One time (Come on) , two times (Come on)
Three times (Come on) these are Fightin Words
One time (Come on) , two times (Come on)
Three times (Come on) these are Fightin Words
One time (Come on) , two times (Come on)
Three times (Come on) these are Fightin Words
One time (Come on) , two times (Come on)
Three times (Come on) these are Fightin Words