White Girl

[Intro: Danny Diablo]
Put me louder, put my vocals up! Yeah, yeah, that’s right baby, Ill-Roc Baby! Reel Wolf baby! Wes Nihil Baby! Danny Diablo! Oh Canada

[Verse 1: Danny Diablo]
They call me Diablo, Ill Roc commander
Dirty rotten scoundrel, devilish slander
Gang gang, ahh, gangbang
Put your lights out, let my nuts hang
Pussy nigga, you afraid to get fucked
A psycho chasin' all my buck
When in doubt I knock 'em out
Slap your bitch and put my dick in her mouth
My four pound rocks your body, up for days sniffing molly
Five stages of death, Lycan's blood, show no mercy, show no love

[Chorus: Wes Nihil]
Super-psycho, butcher knife like Michael
Execute, load up the rifle
Dazed and confused, taking your life, yo
Code to the streets, yo, we got that white girl
Super-psycho, butcher knife like Michael
Execute, load up the rifle
Dazed and confused, taking your life, yo
Code to the streets, yo, we got that white girl

[Verse 2: Wes Nihil]
Check the ballistics, don't become a statistic
Pop off sadistic, it's Wes Nihilistic
All that shit you spit, kid, I really live this
Don't get caught up and get put on a hitlist
Your face put in the papers as missing
Green light, execute those snitching
You don't really want beef so stop riffing
Serrated blade through your flesh I'm riffin'
Like Ed Gein, your corpse I'm skinnin'
Put your face on a lampshade, I'm winnin'
Be sure you're dead, six feet, not livin'

[Chorus: Wes Nihil]
Super-psycho, butcher knife like Michael
Execute, load up the rifle
Dazed and confused, taking your life, yo
Code to the streets, yo, we got that white girl
Super-psycho, butcher knife like Michael
Execute, load up the rifle
Dazed and confused, taking your life, yo
Code to the streets, yo, we got that white girl

[Verse 3: Danny Diablo & Wes Nihil]
Metaphor, met a few whores
Got your mom sucking dick washing my drawers
Free fishscale off the brick, bitch, we slangin' raw
Have your girl turning tricks through the strip, breakin' the law
Gang related, law and order
East coast body snatcher, slaughter your daughter
Top dog, OG shot caller
Every bar I drop I get top dollar
The 12-gauge make you look a lot smaller
Packing tools we move to torture
Torture chamber, sinner from birth
Derelict and punk, put you in the dirt
Ezec and Wes, who wanna flex?
Spit fire from Hell, devilish flesh