Diablo lyrics

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

Rapping head honcho, rocking 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's I get my g pass, none of your fucking 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 them

Tryna find a balance reaching from my equilibrium

Fools I pity them, I'm not a human I'm amphibian

Fake superhero like the Mystery Men

I ain't saving nothin'

I'm gettin' faded 'till the angels come and skipping all the famous functions

How do the famous function?

The A list can't be trusted

I strong arm them 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 fucking eyes to see

Come and die with me

Cause everybody got dead homies

Said everybody got dead homies

Said everybody got dead homies

Said everybody got dead homies

Uh, okay

My mind is Yoda I'm on Ayatollah

These other rapper just a diet soda

I find Jehova in the darkest places

Empty as apartment basements

This a marathon gentlemen go ahead and start the races

Save the coffin spaces

Don't come up missing

Tell your bitch that you've been trippin' now you on vacation

Rapping like it's automated

Lights I keep em' on like Vegas

Love I'm making so hot I'm turning 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 constelations

Contemplating suicide like it's a DVD

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 rewriting history

Look at what you did to me, look at what you did to me

Running to the underworld with guns and set the sinners free

No bitches in my circle I'm a show you the commercial

I've been popping like a kernel

Reading Justin Beiber's journal

Treat you like a urinal

• Artist:Mac Miller