Artist: Scarface
Song Title: The Diary
(Say, Face, *****, I think I can fade you now)
What, fade me how?
(Sheeit, on this rap ****)
Come on, *****

I brought my chopper and my hard hat
The ****'s ****ed up now show a ***** where the war at
Cause I'm about to clean house
Stick this a.k. up your *** and blow that ****er clean out
Cause you *****s in the wrong
You came up short and now we fin to get it going on
I ain't your average ************
You step out of line and watch a ************ bust ya
Cause you done came at me the wrong way
I ain't no Clint Eastwood, *****, and you done picked the wrong day
So bring your *** to the battleground
Rat-a-tat-tat, like that is how my gat'll sound
Avoid no *****s cause *****s be human
I squeeze the trigger and *****s be moving
Cause I don't point it in the air and pull the trigger (why?)
I'd rather point it at your *** and watch the ***** die
I gives a **** about your team mates
When it's all said and done you're gonna wish you never seen 'face
You shoulda seen that lil ***** Brad
James through here, seen Dave and, yo that ***** bad
And your homies better stand still
Don't make my brother Warren bust one of you *****es cause the man will
Don't bring your *** to my picnic
Cause I done had it up to here with all you *****s talking that ***** ****
So you better get your **** right
I'm from the state where you rarely see a **********ing fist fight
It's all about the gun blast
So you can miss me with that bullshit you spitting with your punk ***
It's the diary of a born killer
Don't have to worry about me falling off this thang cause I'm a strong *****
Doubt my regard of the hard
With *****s behind me from East Oakland to the South Park
I've got the mind of the man right behind ya
You can run, you can hide but I'll still find ya
Like I say there's no getaway
And I'm gon' have it where your family'll have to throw your **** away
It's the return of the real *****s
I'm prejudiced to a certain extent but still I kill *****s
I'll bust that *** on the ****ing double
So push on with that ho ****, *****, cause you don't want trouble
So get your *** up of my shoestrings
And let your shermed ***** do things

Hey, hey, hey where you fin to go, fool?
(I can't **** with it, you got it, man)
Come on, man, you want to rap, *****?
(I can't do it) Come on
You see, you see! That's how ************ is, dog
That's how ************s be, punk *** hoes
You ************s better quit ****ing with me like this
That's really doe

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