Not Again Diabolic (Ft. Vinnie Paz)

[Verse 1: Diabolic]
I got pope John Paul in his casket turning
When I'm at a Catholic sermon smashed with a flask of bourbon
Dashing in a black suburban, passing, swervin'
Crashin', burnin' like attacks from Iraq insurgents
But now I'm back, determined to have some virgin
Taking face shots like botox from a plastic surgeon
Not your average person, cause this cash I'm earning
Got me riding dirty like the mastered version of my tracks with cursing
The illest cat for certain, too perverted to mention
In a class by myself like internal suspension
I'm terminal, spreading through your chest and ribs
'Til the song's stuck in your head and gives you less than a month left to live
Infect the kids, I love to poison minds
Got hoes bending over backwards like double-jointed spines
I'm at the point in time where I don't give a flying fuck
And if I get fired up you get your jaw wired shut
And it's

[Chorus: Diabolic]
Mic check, one two, we back on the block again
Body in the trunk, somebody's getting shot again
Fist full of haze, stomach full of Heineken
My bitch put the radio on - No, not again!
We want that real shit, something I can feel shit
You know the gutter shit, fuck all that other shit
That go to war shit, kicking in the door shit
Diabolic, Vinnie Paz, yeah, that raw shit