Diablos

[Intro]:

"Very important"

What? What? Yo, Louis ****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 **** tastes

You'll get tossed from a big stage

Put your hands down **** face

I didn't tell you to raise them

I started underground and then I fell through the ba*****t

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 compassionless)

And he's the antagonist

Diabolos!

[Verse Two] [Celph Titled]

Yo, who the **** else you know

That'll run up on your block strip

Like an insane Christopher Columbus and start conquering ****

Celph Titled's that *****, and he ain't playin' dog

I thought I told you that we blazin' *****s '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 ****

**** 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 *****, 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 ************ 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 ****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 compassionless)

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 **** changed Lou, we two of the ****in' illest *****s

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 **** 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 compassionless)

And he's the antagonist

Diabolos!