I Don't Wanna Rhyme - Diabolic

Yo, Engineer!

I think I lost my mothafuckin' mind, man

Diabolic, Foul Play

We takin' over the mothafuckin' game

I remember being on my momma’s porch

A kid with rotten thoughts, tossin' tomahawks

At kids to knock 'em off their rockin' horse

Now I’m at war, connectin' cops

To electric shock treatment, and I’m not leavin'

'Til their eyes pop bleedin' and hearts stop beatin'

The whole cop precinct thinks I should be in a padded room

When they the bastards who

Fucked Luima in the ass with brooms

I travel through and kill the mothers of these savage goons

Fill the house with gaseous fumes

Lightin' up a match like, «BOOM!»

On the crime scene they’ll have the camera zoomed

At every massive wound

I left when I stabbed the womb with plastic spoons

And now the planet’s doomed, ‘cause this afternoon

I was pissin' out the Sun’s flames

With guns aimed at the Moon

Cats assume I’m crackin' jokes, but I ain’t laughin', folks

I’d slash your throat for a pack of smokes if my ass is broke

Stashin' coke, stayin' cool, I ain’t no nervous wreck

I earn respect, burnin' purple sess durin' urine tests

I flirt with certain death

Attackin' for some fame and fortune

With some ragin' swordsmen

Torchin' who’s on stage performin'

Take this chloroform and pour it on some fresh linen

Gag, you have your head spinnin', tied up like the tenth innin'

Bread-winnin', I sex women, slap the chaperone

Take her in the back to bone

And tape it on my camera-phone

I have the throne hard as granite stone

The illest rapper known inside New York’s catacombs

Underground, ‘cause that’s my home

I think I lost my mind, I’m 'bout to cross the line

Start a riot, kill a cop, and just toss the 9

I’m hungry all the time, pain is all I find

Fuck my music!

I’ma loose it, I don’t wanna rhyme

I was born from mom’s colon

Possessed by the ghost of Lamont Coleman

Now Sean’s flowin' like hemoglobin

Through a hole in Ron Goldman

I’ll be slappin' jaws, bitches I be stabbin' raw

Tappin' more than a Jehovah’s witness knockin' at your door

Smashin' whores, bangin' in the car like 808's

More semen than a naval base

Skeetin' on their facial traits

Me and my label mates

Don’t need a watch from Jacob’s place

To make her take a taste

And add devil’s horns to an angel face

Ain’t at the VMA’s, I’ll be up at CMJ

With bitches on their knees to pray, swallowin' my DNA

Drunk chuggin' ENJ, dodgin' pigs drivin' Fords

I see more holdin' cells than salesmen at Verizon stores

Iron core, hard as nails, raised inside a garbage pail

Could’ve went to Harvard, Yale

Or Princeton, but chose to market sales

The end is near, I sense your fear

‘Cause me and Engineer guzzled Everclear

And sabotaged the Western Hemisphere

They sent us here when I stepped in Hell with Jezebels

Pressed the 12 and Heaven fell every time my record sells

I’ll be dead or left in jail before I’ll be the next to fail

Other cats don’t measure well

Like ounces on a metric scale

My train of thoughts pay the cost and never take a loss

Make you a decayin' corpse

And laugh through my day in court

Don’t play it off like I won’t run a razor straight across

Your throat 'til there’s tomato sauce

Sprayin' towards your neighbor’s porch

I think I lost my mind, I’m 'bout to cross the line

Start a riot, kill a cop, and just toss the 9

I’m hungry all the time, pain is all I find

Fuck my music!

I’ma loose it, I don’t wanna rhyme