Not Again - Diabolic, Vinnie Paz

I got pope John Paul in his casket turning

When I’m at a Catholic sermon smashed with a flask of bourbon

Dashing in a black suburban, passing, swervin'

Crashin', burnin' like attacks from Iraq insurgents

But now I’m back, determined to have some virgin

Taking face shots like botox from a plastic surgeon

Not your average person, cause this cash I’m earning

Got me riding dirty like the mastered version of my tracks with cursing

The illest cat for certain, too perverted to mention

In a class by myself like internal suspension

I’m terminal, spreading through your chest and ribs

'til the song’s stuck in your head and gives you less than a month left to live

Infect the kids, I love to poison minds

Got hoes bending over backwards like double-jointed spines

I’m at the point in time where I don’t give a flying fuck

And if I get fired up you get your jaw wired shut

And it’s

Mic check, one two, we back on the block again

Body in the trunk, somebody’s getting shot again

Fist full of haze, stomach full of Heineken

My bitch put the radio on — No, not again!

We want that real shit, something I can feel shit

You know the gutter shit, fuck all that other shit

That go to war shit, kicking in the door shit

Diabolic, Vinnie Paz, yeah, that raw shit

Ayo D, you the foulest motherfucker around

Anyone who got a beef with us get stuck with the pound

That’s regardless if they haters or they fuck with the sound

And regardless if they ravers or they come from uptown

I don’t care who gets stuck — Black, white, Spanish, anybody

My weaponry a left hook and a mini shottie

I don’t discriminate, Pazienza blazing people

I’ll kill your dog and eat him up like I was Asian people

Me and Diabolic similar to haze and diesel

It’s straight to the head and stick inside the veins of people

And Pazienza too intelligent, my brain’ll eat you

My bitch stay strapped — even Vinnie dame is lethal

I did a little bid for taking fucking change from people

But Diabolic did the motherfuckin' same, we equal

That’s why people call the two of us insanely evil

And that’s why people call the two of us insanely evil

I scream «Allahu Akbar, murder murder.

kill kill»

In the same sentence, that’s why I’m incredibly ill

We better rebuild, and put the motherfuckin' pope in prison

For practicing remote-control socialism

But I ain’t mean to get political on this shit

So give me a forty-ounce and pass the motherfuckin' biscuit

And do some type of shit I did that I don’t wanna revisit

Y’all better tell the C-cypher that they gonna need ballistics

So keep your distance, cause me and Vinnie?

We the sickest

We’ll make you sleep with fishes like tsunamis from the east Pacific

I keep a spliff lit, guzzling this Belvedere

Chase it with a twelve of beer, and heaven fell, hell is here

Hell yeah, I smell your fear, and I’m your fearless leader

With lyrics deeper than the crater left in Hiroshima

So if you love Hip-Hop but saw the spirit leave ya

Me and Vinnie thought we’d bring it back here to see ya