Diabolic - Moon Intro lyrics

I want black, black ladies
My girl pack fat grillies
In another words, shorty got a fat pussy
So stop pushin' before I beat
Down from the gates each rhyme and the spin
We gotta go thru your chin
Now who would lose or win
When my crew was losin'
And 'em screws is loosin'
What point is you provin'
Now you can tell it when
You're not plannin' on leaving won't rhyme
You sound like you stop scannin' and reading
They say I curse a lot
But, I'm good at workin' twats
But good, the verse is hot
Take 'em to that purple spot
If you're tryin' to count pig
Fields in that hot fire
Big wheels, hot wire, nigga you's a hot liar
Bitch, you don't drink, you don't smoke
You don't have?
You don't bent, you don't flow
And you don't have sex
And you ain't got next
My team's in a sick position
And Biggie sellin' dude, we screw bitches
I got the biggest dick
And shit is fit for giving stitches
And if you're chick is missin'
Gettin' kisses while I shit and piss on
Every loud mouth and critic
I turn your bitch black, fuck the chronic

Yo I don't give a fuck who
Your crew or man's is
Look I got the skills, I got the advantage
And I don't really need to
Flash my ass cheeks
Bitches spittin' lines that I
Just spit last week
And there ain't no gimmick to my
I'll see y'all fail while
Chokin' on your misery
Strangle a chick with a eat sillicone nigga
From my implants to her brain
Bitches too concerned with breakin'
A toe nail
I've got the rap game locked up with no bail
Bum is the squad, bum is the lifestyle
Fox is spicy, you other hoes tight mouth
You high, but it ain't the same
No, I spit heat like a peak of a volcano
And I do this seven days a week
Y'all only temperary like ya teeth (BIATCH)

I'm back mothafuckas better give
Me that dough
If you don't give me dough back dawg
Blow that mac spark
Back off, black cars with black dogs
Impact, slap back, gone that
Hughton fat y'all
Inner roots of my black thoughts
Cooler than a black ball, abusin' his
Check back pack pack where my strap gon'
You rap hard or Biggie sock
With that strap on
What part of the game is that dawg
I got ball like I stay on a backboard
You used to be fly like a Concord
Copy that friend
You don't gotta stay on guard
Teach you what you don't learn
In the class boy
You get chalked, but don't need no blackboard
And I'mma came up fast dawg
All, cancerous, my face on a passport

Yo, hold that thought (why)
'cause nobody likes it when I told 'em twice
That I'mma poltic ice
Then rose to life like the ghost of Christ
Cold as ice
When cobras bite my soul for spite
It's me against the world dawg
And I'm 'bout to throw the fight
Despite what I know is right
I'm Jehovah's prototype
Gone bad, who'd bone your wife watchin'
Who got me, two shotties
Two cottie motor bike
Ride or die, knives are high
Lookin' for a throat to slice
On the coldest night walkin'
Wife-beater and shorts
Sweatin' bullets, out-numbered
Tryin' to even the score
I've seen it before, alter-ego
Double teaming a whore beatin' it raw
While the hoe screams for the lord (Oh God)
I'd aim a towards you
But the heat cost me a grip
So I got knuckle game like
I'm sweet talkin' your face
Don't come out your league
Talkin' gun powder, please
You only spit shells when you're
Chewin' sun flower seeds (mothafucka)

I'm runnin' from the law
My rhymes stay in trouble
Barbwired shut doors
Broke straight thru the muzzle
Can't catch me son, 'cause I move to fast
You confused like apes when
They look thru glass i break mafias down
Got something to teach ya
Speakin' not good enough
Got guns that'll reach ya
My pen sheds tears, lay rhymes and stencils
Got plenty of lead, like mechanical pencils
I'm not in the mood so
Don't ask for commentary
Like beggin' niggas for food
When they got no raise a man with no force
Got palms that'll clap him
Fuck interviews, you want to know me
Pick up my album

Roll blunts when I rhyme, I stay weeded
The only time you put your hood
Up is when your car overheated