NoneLikeJoshua - Diavolo & Doppio lyrics

Came in the world with Diablo’s horns Ain’t shed a tear When i was born Look in my eyes You can tell i’m worn When my personalities torn Take em to church Make it a morgue Hide a body in the floor They wanna keep on Cuttin me short Now ima even the score Whole town ima scorch Passin down to me the torch Forget the past with memory distort Golden arrows hit a target for sport Aim for the top, and the future i’m towards – I got the passion, no one surrounding me With these assassins under my power tree No capo, i am your majesty Wannabe gangstar? i move the galaxy with Passione organization I am the godfather with the made men One-way ticket this crazy train left Mental scarface made me insanest Mob ties so you know i am sanctioned Two-faced and one got a fake grin Walk up wrong we might shape shift… Hold up dawg i gotta take this Oh, come pick up the call This is fate to bring your fall Oh, time to kill them all That’s why y’all against the wall Oh, come pick up the call Spread your ash like parmesan Oh, i’m italian So we throwin hands to talk Oh, come pick up the call Fore i execute the squad Oh, it’s too late to pause In a blink, and now they’re gone Oh, come pick up the call Only seconds left to draw Oh, think i’m acting odd? Time to meet the crimson god Blurry past but I been to hell and back Mood swing fast No i can’t get a grasp Voices inside of my head like a telepath I stand bout ten steps ahead Cause of epitaph Crystal ball visions Like a fortune teller has Just like that i might snap Eyes roll back in my head And i laugh Mind out of wack, where was i at? Yo, one body two souls Mafia all i know Gotta live by the code Boss life never fold I ain't choose i was chose On site and case closed I have repeatedly showed That i won't choke Even if theres razor blades in my throat So, loyal subordinate Doppio See him pullin out the metal But i am the head chef Cooking up something that’s special Like risotto in a blender Slicing like a pizza till he bled to death Yes i am an artist I erase any mistake With blood for paint You can ask sorbet Cause he already knows that My art got to be framed – Don’t need to be put in a hall of fame I’m at the top of the chain, so just call my agent And he’ll kill you I’m a count to 10 And bound to win You clowns are dead Rip out organs Look around Now your town is red I’m out to get My daughter aborted Where my clout depends Then Do as the romans do Build an empire Conquer your enemies And hold the truth Better zip your lip Like bucciarati’s crew Or i’ll body you Like bada bing bada boom I’m the original But i am not me Stay out of reach Of all of my colleagues All of yall copy Yall are my offspring One more road i gotta Cross to the swap meet Dead weight on me like Buciaratti Death on my shoulder But it suit me oddly Nobody out know how a boss thing Keep on makin moves Even if you’ve shot me Mind body and soul Have been swapped Wait till i get ahold of my opps Golden arrow I aim it and pop Till my final breath I stay on my job They gon know my name now before i am gone First time i been Alone in my thoughts Voice in my head Has finally stopped I carry on and Meet the crimson god Dawn of the don You’re approaching the future Puttin more holes in you Than your six shooter – Tear up the past so You’ll need a suture Giorno, i’ll bet That your father was a loser Shoulda pussed out like fugo And stayed on the jersey shore cause you’re too slow Got you growin old and cut up like prosciutto Tell me, are you starting feel deja vu though? Yo, i’m the man behind the hair curtain Come close, i’ll shut yours You will die for certain, i’ll watch it all once more Be a goodfella now if you don’t want war I’m wearin fishnets Cause you’ll sleep on ocean floor It’s a family problem Mind your own instead You can’t afford to die I got unlimited bread My stand Puts you in the dirt of an Olive garden bed I’m the king Making crimson flow Till you’re dead Passione organization I am the godfather with the made men One-way ticket this crazy train left Mental scarface made me insanest Mob ties so you know i am sanctioned Two-faced and one got a fake grin Walk up wrong we might shape shift… Hold up dawg i gotta take this (ring ring ring ring) Oh, come pick up the call This is fate to bring your fall Oh, time to kill them all That’s why y’all against the wall Oh, come pick up the call Spread your ash like parmesan Oh, i’m italian So we throwin hands to talk Oh, come pick up the call Fore i execute the squad Oh, it’s too late to pause In a blink, and now they’re gone Oh, come pick up the call Only seconds left to draw Oh, think i’m acting odd? Time to meet the crimson god