Louis Logic, Celph Titled - Diablos lyrics

If this was a live show I'd
Probably get dragged from the stage
Handcuffed & caged for cursin'
And spittin' at 5-0
I'm on a mission to find folks to victimize
Sadomasochists wishin' to die slow
Listen to my flows
The torturous, I'll see to it you're finished
Leave your unfortunate seeds in an orphanage
Even if your image dictates
You love the way a dick tastes
You'll get tossed from a big stage
Put your hands down dickface
I didn't tell you to raise them
I started underground and then I
Fell through the basement
Misplaced soul like I had to sell it to Satan
And amidst the hellish arrangement tried to
Tell him to change it
So make irrelevant statements
Say that you sell your tape
And say that your 12" played on
Your favorite well listened station
I'm waitin' for celebratin' your folded
Career over a beer i know where you live
Wake up and smell the fragrance
DIABLOS! (Both)

Yo, who the fuck else you know that'll
Run up on ya block strip
Like an insane Christopher Columbus
And start conquering shit
Celph Titled's that nigga
And he ain't playin' dog
I thought I told you that we blazin'
Niggas 'till they skin fall off
Roll out the red carpet and make
You blend in with it
And that place that you were born from
I've been up in it
Masterpiece verses everything that
I've done dope fuck puffin' on cigars
I'll blow donut holes with gun smoke
I don't want your demo rappers, we extort'em
You ain't goin' platinum nigga
You gon' be post-mortem
Slice the throats of your whole
Click till my palms hurt
And it'll be more rednecks than
A Willie Nelson concert
Better believe me mothafucka we
Ain't nice thugs
We know the real and pull your
Card like fake ID's at nightclubs
Lift up that skirt and see just
What type of guy you are
Throw you off the fuckin' roof and
See just how fly you are dIABLOS! (Both)

I should never be fooled with
My devilish music will put a
Spell on you stupid
Whoever you're cool with will
Forever be losers i'll hit you so hard your
Kids'll inherit the bruises
Malevolent moodshifts attached to Satan
And a sick fascination with Patrick Bateman
Then disguise the crimes from the
Pigs at the station
They missed that arraignment cause
I slipped past probation

And ain't shit changed Lou
We 2 of the fuckin' illest niggas
The type of cats that'll
Randomly murder serial killers
I'm an angry person that'll hang
You from a dangling curtain
For certain I'm like Satan lurkin'
Through paintings and serpents
An ill contortionist
Twist your body and crack limbs
And you can see what it's like
To walk forward but face backwards
My dick get hard when I pull
The rifle and spray shots
And leave your whole crew shakin'
Worse than Michael J fox dIABLOS! (Both)