Immortal Technique - Diabolical lyrics

[Immortal Technique] Oh, you mother f**ers thought it was over, huh Well its not, you didn't count on a fallen angel Getting back into the grace of God and coming after you Ya'll n***as ain't sh** Your producers ain't sh** Your f**ing A & R ain't sh** I'll f**ing wipe my a** with your demo deal Yo Diabolic, take this mother f**er's head off [Diabolic] Go ahead and grip Glocks I'll snap your trigger finger in six spots You'll have to lip lock with hypodermic needles to lick shots I'll watch you topple flat Put away your writtens and holla back Can't freestyle, you're screwed off the top like bottle caps Beneath the surface, I'm over heating your receiving circuits By unleashing deeper verses than priests speak in churches What you preach is worthless Your worship defeat the purpose Like President Bush taking bullets for the Secret Service Beyond what ya'll fathom I sh** on cats and jaw tap 'em Show no com-pa**ion like having a straight faced orgasm Tour jack 'em, have his half a ten b**h s** my friend's dick In the mean time, you can French kiss this clenched fist Diabolic, a one man brigade spreading cancer plague Fist-f**ing a p**y's face, holding a hand grenade So if I catch you bluffin' f*ggot, you're less than nothing I just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction [Technique] You mother f**ers are nothing You cannot harm me I'll resurrect every aborted baby and start an army Storm the planet hunting you down cuz I'm on a mission To split your body into a billion one-celled organisms Immortal Technique will destroy your religion you stupid b**h You're faker than blue-eyed crackers nailed to a crucifix I'm about to blow up like NASA Challenger computer chips Arsenic language transmitted revolutionarily I'm like time itself, I'm gunna k** you inevitably Chemically bomb you, f** using a chrome piece I'm Illmatic, you won't make it home like Jerome's niece I'll sever your head diagonally for thinking of dissin' me And then ill use your dead body to write my name in calligraphy This puppet democracy, brain washed your psychology So you're nothing like diversity without equality And your crew is full of more f*ggots than Greek mythology Using numerology, to count the people I sent to Heaven Produces more digits than 22 divided by 7 You're like Kevin Spacey, your style is usually suspect You never k**ed a cop, you not a mother f**ing thug yet Your mind is empty and spacious Like the part of the brain that appreciates culture in a racist Face it, you're too basic, you're never gonna make it Like children walking through Antarctica, bu*t naked