02/04/07 Lately I've been gettin' some trash for spittin' over these mainstream and soft beats. So I flipped it back to the original Diz that some of you have been waitin' to hear from.
Verse I:
Let me take a second and give you the news
For the last couple months I’ve been out of my shoes
You’ve heard me on pop tracks, singing all them hooks
But not everybody likes Diz on the new books
Now I know you want that crazy deranged flow
Talking about how many children are under my floor
Buried without shame, while I’m keeping their brain
Hidden under furniture like it was a stash of cocaine
But don’t worry, I still got it, I was just on a break
I needed more variety to put on my plate
Try to imagine waking up every single day
And writing out how you plan to attack your prey
That’s kinda how it got, pretty repetitive
Listening to my tracks was becoming a sedative
But now my new music is getting the same way
So the old me is back and I got something to say!
Chorus :
Well it looks like I’m still crazy!
You thought I left, but I was just catching my breath
Well it looks like I’m still crazy!
All over this sick track, Diz is back
Verse II:
Catastrophe, carnage, havoc, rage
Weaponry, axes, hacksaws, blades
I told all yall crazy mother fuckers back in the day
I’m bringing destruction in each and every way
So step up and bring me a new game to play
I smash chess on a bitch, while you checker away
You’re out of league man, we ain’t from the same seed
You got parents; I got test tubes and mad chemistry
What you really got on me… Not much
You trying to catch Diz while he stuck in the clutch
But I flow automatic bitch, you is out of your mind
Thinking I’m-a make room so you can sneak into line
Bring all your AK’s, nines and the crew you in
My boys’ screws loose, even if we lose we win
You’ll pull a 25 to life, and while you’re locked in
My boys will never do time, they from the loony bin!
Chorus
Verse III:
I’m tired of being nice, I’m tired of asking twice
For you to shut up while I put your hand in this vice
Don’t scream, but you can cry all you want
That’s the shit that turns me on, I won’t even front
Sticking pins in your skin while I’m watching the tube
I rented Hostel just so I could watch it with you
You trying to zone out, like you don’t have a clue
What I plan to do in five minutes with this hammer and lube
You fucking crazy, acting like you don’t want it
When I’m forcing rat poison down your throat and into your stomach
You make blush, when you foam out the mouth
While I’m pouring bleach on your face trying to get the blemishes out
That’s how I do, whether you like it or not
Bumping Sinicide while I’m raping you in every spot
That’s how it be, when you’re friends with Dizeazed
I’m back and you better fucking believe I’m still crazy!
Chorus