S.A.R.S (Hold Ya Tongue)

(Family Guy Sample) Haha! (listen) scratch (diabolic) Verse 1 Diabolic Im the cross-bred genetically engineered version of Charles Manson's DNA, And 2Pac's murderer I been real So if i feel your fake then your dead There'll be hell to pay Like you owed Satan some bread I be , sprayin some lead Airin you out on some foul shit Ill rock your jaw, Like i wear your mouth as an outfit I been bout it bout it, since i was breast fed Sick as Eazy-E teachin sex ed on his death bed Mad at the world , so i live by the gun Like smith and wesson where my neighbours on the strip i was from I open doors then incite riots and go to war Still broke and poor with million dollar vocal cords Ill rape your speakers, rob you and take your sneakers While i raise and slit a label leaders facial features Then take a breather Sit back while chips stack, drink a six pack As i think about why i did that Chorus : Scratches : ( dont compare me to you ) (mawfucka move back) (you ain't there) Verse 2 Diabolic I do what every artist does It's my heart and blood, But i feel like I'd have to die Before i start a buzz So i dont show love, I just hate and smoke bud Stickin up my gun like fingerprints with no gloves We could throw slugs and i could catch a body Or fight in the club Im Tyler Durden at the after party Im criminal surrounded by five cop cars On the streets of Toronto , screaming: "I've got SARS! " This blocks ours But cops crucify the streets So i love police brutality, when i brutalize police Do or die's what i do for my beliefs Till im in a pine box wearin' a suit and tie to sleep Polluted by deceit and all these snakes schemin So i see my worst nightmares, while im day dreamin My careers fucked the way my manager left it So im'a put him on blast His names Travis Mc (?) Vetrin Chorus ( I had enough of you man, im about to fuck up your plan) Verse 3 Diabolic Im the soldier hating this pop-culture Till i got chips like the teeth On my Nas poster Cop toasters, cops watch from a block over Glock holstered while i sell raw to stock brokers I'm not sober I stay drunk watching dimes And fill em with more shots than big and 2Pac combined Drinkin moonshine Runnin off at the mouth Like im the guy fathers warn their daughters about A scumbag who just let the shottie spark Till im surrounded by cops like Em with his body guards Pigs say im a lowlife and i think i like it Cuz i belong in a pen , like the ink i write with Im Doc Kevorkian While cops escort me in Leavin fire on the street Like micheal j fox ' delorian So fuck rap I can see past it Ill cop a hundred pack just to supply ja rules E habit Chorus