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rip shirts - dieabolik the monster lyrics

[intro: don orias]
run it all the way through, brother

[verse 1: dieabolik the monster]
i swear to god, i hate your f*ckin’ guts (yah)
the way you breathe, the way you talk, it drive me f*ckin’ nuts (yah)
i hate the way you walk and how you livin’ life though
the way you in my way, every day i grip a knife, bro (knife, bro)
anger takin’ over every night though (night though)
when i’m sleepin’, i’m dreamin’ of fillin’ y’all with knife holes (knife holes)
the human race will pay for what you’ve done (done)
i’m thinkin’ every day of sprayin’ bullets from my gun (ha!)
i’m a sicko with a pistol and i know it to be true (true)
so if i k!ll myself, it’s better mе and not you (yeah)
if you hear me knockin’, nеver answer when i bang on it (bang on)
this type of beat, i swear geno would’ve sang on it
i raise h*ll like the devil was my son, b*tch (son, b*tch)
mama made a monster, a k!ller murderin’ some b*tch (yah)
can’t wait ’til your casket
lowered in the ground, i’ll be laughin’ at you b*st*rds (hahahaha)

[chorus: dieabolik the monster & don orias]
put ’em in the ground and dump the dirt now (i’ve got to go)
make ’em wear the r.i.p. shirts now
put ’em in the ground and dump the dirt now (cry for your soul)
make ’em wear the r.i.p. shirts now
they, put ’em in the ground and dump the dirt, gotta go (i’ve got to go)
make ’em wear the r.i.p. shirts now
pray, put ’em in the ground and dump the dirt, for your soul (cry for your soul)
make ’em wear the r.i.p. shirts now
[verse 2: dieabolik the monster]
i don’t even know why i feel this way (yah)
somethin’ deep inside me, really f*cked up in my d.n.a. (yes!)
f*ck it, they a d.o.a. (yes), f*ck it, let ’em bleed away (yes)
these rappers tryna k!ll me, f*ck it, that’ll be the day (haha)
tell these whack rappers that the f*ckin’ mental kid is back (back, back)
back from the dead again, b*tches, y’all can riddle that (that, that)
chronic homicidal maniac, drinkin’ fifths of jack
none of y’all are scary, bruh, brighter than a skittle pack (haha)
cuttin’ up your chest, pull your heart out where the truth lies (yah)
claimin’ you a soldier but don’t even know your boot size (yah)
b*tch extermination, got it lookin’ like a new type
dragon breathin’ fire, y’all gang and f*ckin’ root flies (ha)
five times the size of high*rises, bee flight
five guys that slice, provide violence if i die
disguise a slide a couple miles wide
on the pale horse, i’m comin’ out and ridin’
i’m k!llin’ every day

[verse 3: don orias]
yo, sick of these spectators questionin’ the state of my mental
that’s why i’m breakin’ my back to damage these instrumentals
never claimed to be the type of person pushin’ for unity
i’d rather bang with you f*ggots and then drop a diss for a eulogy
tryna school these foolish dudes but they always pully some truancy
now i’m the only one showin’ up to prove i’m a true emcee
yeah, the product that works but at the same time they’re very blessed to me
oh well, i guess the rest of these rappers can rest in peace

[outro: don orias]
i’ve got to go
pray for your soul (for your soul)

- dieabolik the monster lyrics

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