Celph Titled - Diablos lyrics

[Intro]: "Very important" What? What? Yo, Louis f**in' Logic. (Celph Titled) [Verse One] [Louis Logic] If this was a live show I'd probably get dragged from the stage Handcuffed and 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 dick face 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 [Chorus] [Louis Logic] (Celph Titled) Heathenous (Cretinous) Reasonless (Savages) Treasonous activists (Greedy and ravenous) We face off (Wage war) And beat up on pacifists (He's the compa**ionless) And he's the antagonist Diabolos! [Verse Two] [Celph Titled] Yo, who the f** else you know That'll run up on your block strip Like an insane Christopher Columbus and start conquering sh** Celph Titled's that n***a, and he ain't playin' dog I thought I told you that we blazin' n***as '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 f** 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 n***a, you gon' be postmortem Slice the throats of your whole clique till my palms hurt And it'll be more rednecks than a Willie Nelson concert Better believe me motherf**er we ain't nice thugs We know the real and pull your card like fake I.D.'s at nightclubs Lift up that skirt and see just what type of guy you are Throw you off the f**in' roof and see just how fly you are [Chorus] [Louis Logic] (Celph Titled) Heathenous (Cretinous) Reasonless (Savages) Treasonous activists (Greedy and ravenous) We face off (Wage war) And beat up on pacifists (He's the compa**ionless) And he's the antagonist Diabolos! [Verse Three] [Louis Logic] 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 will inherit the bruises Malevolent mood shifts 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 [Celph Titled] And ain't sh** changed Lou, we two of the f**in' illest n***as The type of cats that'll randomly murder serial k**ers 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 [Chorus] [Louis Logic] (Celph Titled) Heathenous (Cretinous) Reasonless (Savages) Treasonous activists (Greedy and ravenous) We face off (Wage war) And beat up on pacifists (He's the compa**ionless) And he's the antagonist Diabolos!