Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rap diablo
Yeah, yeah
It's the rap diablo, macho when I drop flows
Bar gets raised up, it's me and Petey Pablo
Colder than gazpacho, colder than the mono
Rappin' head honcho, rockin' shows like I was Bono
I go play a couple keys on the piano
The industry a lie, all the promises were hollow
Follow me, I could show you where we be's at
How'd I get my G-pass? None of your fuckin' beeswax
These raps bring a joint together like a kneecap
Fuck the little 8 balls, show me where the ki's at
The time continuum, Mortal Kombat finish 'em
Tryna find a balance, reachin' from my equilibrium
Fools I pity 'em, I'm not a human, I'm amphibian
Fake superhero like the Mystery Men
I ain't savin' nothin'
I'm gettin' faded 'til the angels comin'
Skippin' all the famous functions
How do the famous function? The A-list can't be trusted
I strong-arm 'em like I play the trumpet
The bottom barrel of society
I tell my bitch if she don't love me
Then just lie to me, I'm finer than the winery
Take it from the rich, this is piracy (piracy)
Finally, I don't even need my fuckin' eyes to see
Come and die with me
'Cause everybody got dead homies (on the dead homies)
Said, everybody got dead homies (on the dead homies)
Yeah, said everybody got dead homies (on the dead homies)
Said, everybody got dead homies (on the dead homies)
Yeah, um, okay
My mind is Yoda, I'm on Ayatollah
These other rappers, just a diet soda
I find Jehovah in the darkest places, empty as apartment basements
This a marathon gentlemen, go ahead and start the races
Save the coffin spaces
You'll come up missin'
Tell your bitch that you been trippin', now you on vacation
Rappin' like it's automated, lights I keep 'em on like Vegas
Lava makin', so hot I'm turnin' hog to bacon
Only God can save him, I heard the monsters made him
I ain't a star, I'm way farther with the constellations
Contemplatin' suicide like it's a D.V.D.
Lost inside my mind, it's a prison, homie, leave me be
You can see me bleed, I be with the freaks and geeks
Bitch, I never miss a beat, I'm Charlie Conway, triple deke
Gordon Bombay in these streets, ballin' like I'm Pistol Pete
Been a beast, every word I spit rewritin' history
Look at what you did to me, look at what you did to me
Run into the underworld with guns and set the sinners free
No bitches in my circle, I'm the show, you the commercial
I been poppin' like a kernel, readin' Justin Bieber's journal
Treat you like a urinal
'Cause everybody got dead homies (on the dead homies)
Said, everybody got dead homies (on the dead homies)
Yeah, said everybody got dead homies (on the dead homies)
Said, everybody got dead homies (on the dead homies)