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Justin Timberlake( Justin Randall Timberlake )
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Lyricist:Ivan Barias, Phillip Gayle, Carvin Haggins, Arnold Darnell Ingram, James Mitchell, Valvin Roane, Louie Robinson, Frank Romano, Justin Timberlake, Marvin Lee Willis
Oh, you mother fuckers thought it was over, huh Well, it's not, you didn't count on a fallen angel Getting back into the grace of God and coming after you
Ya'll niggaz ain't shit, your producers ain't shit Your fucking A&R ain't shit I'll fucking wipe my ass with your demo deal Yo, Diabolic, take this mother fucker's head off
Go ahead and grip glocks I'll snap your trigger finger in six spots You'll have to lip lock With hypodermic needles to lick shots I'll watch you topple flat Put away your rings and holla back
Can't freestyle, you're screwed off the top like bottle caps Beneath the surface I'm over heating your receiving circuits By unleashing deeper verses than priests speak in churches
What you preach is worthless Your worship defeat the purpose Like President Bush taking bullets for the Secret Service Beyond what ya'll fathom I shit on cats and jaw tap at 'em
Show no compassion like having a straight faced orgasm Tour jack at 'em Have his half a ten, bitch suck my friend's dick In the mean time, you can French kiss this clenched fist
Diabolic, a one man brigade spreading cancer plague This fucking a pussy's face, holding a hand grenade Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com So if I catch you bluffin', faggot, you're less than nothing I just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction
You mother fuckers are nothing You cannot harm me I'll resurrect every aborted baby and start an army Storm the planet hunting you down 'cuz I'm on a mission
To split your body into a billion one-celled organisms Immortal Technique will destroy your religion, you stupid bitch You're faker than blue-eyed crackers nailed to a crucifix I'm 'bout to blow up like NASA Challenger computer chips
Arsenic language transmitted revolutionarily I'm like time itself, I'm gonna kill you inevitably Chemically bomb you, fuck using a chrome piece I'm Illmatic, you won't make it home like Jerome's niece
I'll sever your head diagonally for thinking of dissin' me And then I'll use your dead body to write my name in calligraphy This public democracy, brain washed your psychology So you're nothing like diversity without equality
And your crew is full of more faggots than Greek mythology Using numerology to count the people I sent to Heaven Produces more digits than 22 divided by 7 You're like Kevin Spacey, your style is usually suspect
You never killed a cop, you not a mother fucking thug yet Your mind is empty and spacious Like the part of the brain, the appreciated culture in a racist Face it, you too basic, you're never gonna make it Like children walking through Antarctica butt naked
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