Diablos (Remix)

[Intro: Celph Titled] (Very important) What? What? Yo, Louis fuckin' Logic [Verse 1: 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 dick tastes You'll get tossed from a big stage Put your hands down dick face I didn't tell you to raise them I started underground and then I fell through the basement 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 [Hook: 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 Diablos! [Verse 2: Celph Titled] Yo, who the fuck else you know That'll run up on your block strip Like an insane Christopher Columbus and start conquering shit Celph Titled's that nigga, and he ain't playin' dog I thought I told you that we blazin' niggas '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 dope Fuck 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 nigga, 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 motherfucker 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 fuckin' roof and see just how fly you are [Hook] [Verse 3] [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 shit changed Lou, we two of the fuckin' illest niggas 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 dick get hard when I pull the rifle and spray shots And leave your whole crew shakin' worse than Michael J. Fox [Hook] [Verse 4: R.A. the Rugged Man] Yo, yo Bustin' the one to the two, three, four Proud to be poor, you're about to see me more Beware, detour, for the war My reputation is drenched in folklore, but it's all true All due respect to the king, don't question a thing We can take it to the Octagon or take it to the ring You ain't recoupin' or movin' the prophet, ruin your knowledge We recoupin' by doin' this project, with Louis Logic When I walk the concrete splits I pimp heavy metal biker bitches down to rich R&B chicks The golden era won't quit, I'm legendary, it's a classic if I wrote it My flow you can't fix it, I ain't never broke it You a corporate puppet on a Muppet Caper Put you in a funeral parlor with the undertaker See I'm smoother than Don Cornelius on Soul Train And Slicker than Ricky or Mr. T's gold chain Diablos!