Fightin Words

[Verse 1: Diabolic]

Check 1, check 2, 'Bolic to the rescue

F.U.C.K. the world when I step through

Got that fresh new,real raw,uncut

Dumb down underground and educate these dumb ****s

Poured out blood guts filled it with some lime green

Crystallize purple cess to burn and share with my team

**** Y'ALL, cops seen the picture on the wide screen

And the Rebel Army yo calling leave the crime scene

Exhibit A, baggy pants on the footage live stream

No, hipster ****t so my **** can fit inside jeans

Nineteen, ninety ****t New York's a warzone

Knock 'ya light's out cut the power to your jaw bone

Lord knows Diabolic's 'bout to make a pit stop

Where these *****es hang like these pigs are Lil Kim's twat

Psycho, with a sick plot like Alfred Hitch****

Hip hop, so you out in flip flops with gym socks

[Hook: Diabolic]

Soldier's lace your boots up

Ladies lose your high heels

I'm not what you're used to

Difference is, I'm real

And I feel it's my job

To do something about that

**** the guys feeling otherwise

Meet me out back

One Time, COME ON

Two Times, COME ON

Three Times...these are Fightin' Words

One Time, COME ON

Two Times, COME ON

Three Times...these are Fightin' Words

[Verse 2: Diabolic]

Yo check the game plan I don't wanna shake hands

Rather see you face plant like Weezy on a skate ramp

Caveman missing links in my dnA strands

My supporters would slap the ****t out Lil Wayne fans

I don't like the radio I don't care where Jay stands

I don't Watch The Throne or Kanye in his Ray-Banns

State champ, treated like Elvis out in Graceland

They pale in comparison, albino to a spray tan

Fat cats, paint cans, break dance cardboard

Art form mashed out, how about some hardcore?

Sharp sword or razor blade ain't afraid to start wars

Hard body Diabolic's known to break a sharks jaw

Far more raw that front line bomb drop

Nonstop slaughter every corn pop on top

Songs hot like ya Mom's twat feeling sure it's ****ed

Full court buzzerbeater winning was a longshot

[Hook: Diabolic]

[Interlude (2x): Diabolic]

Soldier, move up

I don't give two ****s

Who what, when why where

Don't confuse us

[Verse 3: Diabolic]

DJ's ill breaks Serrato was a milk crate

Rhyme the beats on a maxi single massive pill take

Labels making stacks table scraps on my meal plate

Kept it real with a record deal and it feels great

Kill snakes, cut throats, strategize the u****ost

Art of war paint a masterpiece with every brush stroke

Shoot for the stars crosshairs on my gun scope

Training like Rocky Balboa with a jump rope

Jump Colt, .45 caught a high from blunt smoke

Now Big L and Pun's ghost live from what I just wrote

Come close focus on the beast as he mutates

Screw face like your boombox ate my Clue tape

Fools shake cause I body trapped their escape hatch

Payback fightin' to the death in a cage match

May slap your favorite DJ until he plays that

Red dough hypodermic needle in the haystak

[Chorus: Diabolic]