[Intro] "The whole underworld worries me less than a single man...Diabolik" [Scratches] "With the diabolical sound coming through your speaker" [Verse 1] Yo, brace yourself for impact I'm raising Hell with Syntax Like Satan cast an ancient spell on this track An Angel fell, who stays compelled to spit raps And with the major sell: he ain't afraid to tell you sh**'s wack Now blaze an L and sit back Crack a six pack and sip that 'till it's pitch-black While you chit chat, this that dark side of a psychopath Blacking out so we don't see the light of the righteous path He'll strike as fast as lightning when Titans clash smash Your mics in half, laughing like he siphoned Nitrous gas Type of wrath from Old Testament stories told Anything you do to me is coming back 40-fold 40 days and 40 nights then 40 shows with shorties So Horny they want my dick in a glory hole See y'all should know, I will murder these tracks 'till I'm on my last leg like an amputee's knee cap It seems that everytime I hear emcees rap The voices in my head scream at me saying: "He's wack!" These cats act like b**hes, they're vagina sore Like dinosaurs crawled out their cervix and their hymen tore I'm designed for war on the Long Island shores Swinging a rappers severed head by his spinal cord In a blind rage on a drunken tirade It's a diversion while me and Preem Mastermind the crime wave [Hook] "With the diabolical sound coming through your speaker" [Verse 2] Every verse I brainstorm makes Hurricanes form Wind gusts that flip trucks, raining burning Napalm Too many rappers here get on my nerves to stay calm Put on the radio and heard the same songs all day long It's mind numbing like doctors squeezing foreceps To load my brain with Novacaine in my cerebral cortex Seasoned war vet, piss on these peoples door steps Like "s** my dick soaked in three weeks of ball sweat" My cult following shares the same perspective They'd die for their beliefs like Dave Koresh's in Waco,Texas Deranged and reckless, what I say is infectious Plus Preem is scratching 'till needles snap and break the records The label pressed it giving y'all the extreme A sick f** like s** scenes from Ed Gein's wet dreams I'm getting open a soul with less emotion Cold as the cryogenic potion Walt Disney's head is froze in Set in motion and momentum's building up I can feel the rush like a vanilla dutch filled with dust, This high cla** dime's attached to my shaft And I'm fast to get in their guts like gastric bypa** Why ask why? I don't bat an eyelash And If you're after my cash then kiss the crack of my a** While I drop manure and take a shot of Dewar's With those underground villians like Bane in Gotham sewers [Hook] "With the diabolical sound coming through your speaker" Aker"