Yo, yo, yo, yo (You donât know)
Diabolic (What youâre doing)
Uh-huh, Foul Play
Iâve been dodging the law and the long arm of it
Coppinâ the raw, holding weight like a strong argument
I settle scores by knocking on Heavenâs door
Since I contemplated sky-diving off the seventh floor
I stay true, thatâs word to our blessed Lord
âCause this sign is something I would accept death before
Blessed metaphors since Em had Grim to go jogging
But the nicer you are, the more they leave you no option
So I murder breaks and loops on stage for proof
Then I raise the roof like convertible racing coupes
I love to battle, but itâs dead I hate the truth
What happened to cats like Supernat, Face, and Juice?
Rap ainât half as hot, the classics stopped
Matter of fact, I ainât heard a classic since Illmatic dropped
Everythingâs blasting shots, cash and rocks
Ass and twat, everyone hustles, no one spends cash to cop
So yo, I can admit it, I used to move haze for cheap
But now I just blaze, like a made this beat
I play for keeps, folks getting hand to hand money
Keeping the heat close like Iâm Stan Van Gundy
Fans canât love me, I am the most hated
Like Bolicâs nice as fuck, but fuck him, he wonât make it
Iâm at shows wasted, and taking more shots
Than them four cops who popped Diallo on that Bronx block
Trigger-pulling cop popping his weapon
Could go from on top to Comstock in split seconds
Iâve been reppinâ, chin checking your jaw fast
âTil you look like Kanye West after the car crash
Thatâs the forecast, so I guess I see why
These haters are tight like camel tails Levis
I spit this heat live, wonât stop âtill the beatâs done
Or at least âtil I disturb the peace and police come
MCâs front like Bolicâs shit ainât poppinâ son
But itâs been a fact since the hidden track on Vol. 1
Diabolic got these faggots peeing a puddle
When Iâm on they front porch with gasoline and a shovel
Fiending for trouble, âcause Iâll be dead by age 30
In an early grave, nah, Iâll put you in a grave early
I stay dirty, stressed bottled up like Avion
So Iâm stomping cats out, picturing my baby moms
Whatâs this lady want, in a pink and black sandals
Driving me to drink, so Iâm driving drinking Jack Daniels
Iâm the guy, ride or die, driver side leaning
High beaming people while they driving by screaming
I reply to demons, hearing voices in my head
They tell me shit like feed some rat poison to a fed
Most cats would be scared, but Iâm enjoying them instead
When someoneâs suicide âbout to jump, I join âem on the ledge
Iâm close to the edge, stubborn and missing screws
My imaginary friendâs the only one I listen to
I see the bitch in you, and I sense the hoeâs anger
So Iâma go shank ya and pull out with a coat hanger
It ainât hard to tell these fellas sense Iâm real
When I laugh at major labels and develop mental deals
I feel forced to kill, when I ainât getting this wealth
They force my had, like my brother saying stop hitting yourself
Got yâall shitting yourselves, scared to face us
Yâall some inflatable sex dolls, a bunch of fake fucks
So fall back off my ballsack, âcause yâall wack
You ainât about shit, all you ever do is talk crap
I four track my mixtape, now all I need to get papes
Nine bullet wounds, steroids, and to lift weights
So everytime you think you know me or who I roll with
Just keep in mind we foul play and you donât know shit
- :
- Fightin Words
- Liar & A Thief
- The Foul Play Mixtape
- Vengeance Ascending
- Overload 2: A Tribute To Metallica (Various Artists)
- Subterraneal Magnitude
- Excisions Of Exorcisms
- Chaos In Hell (EP)
- Miscellaneous
- Liar and a Thief
- Foul Play Mixtape
- Supreme Evil
- Infinity Through Purification
- Metal for the Masses, Volume 2
- Destruction of the Heavenly Realms, Volume V
- In the Eyes of Death IV
- Overload 2 - Tribute to Metallica
- Destruction of the Heavenly Realms, Vol. V
- Total Overload: Tribute to Metallica - 2 CD Set
- Destruction of the Heavenly Realms, Volume VI